The Fine Line

Chapter 21

Diya's POV

"The Fine Line of Infinity, you seek,
With Light to guide beside.
Beneath the skin that creak,
Your quest for truth reside."

Saira and her twisted words. Her last ounce of strength spent recreating a fucking treasure hunt! Was she at all concerned about her health? Of course, not. Her actions of idiocy proves otherwise. I would've appreciated if she spent that last strength in telling us the truth. Every time I think about her words, I end up in a raging fit of cursing and swearing at her actions. Our lives wouldn't have been this miserable if she told us the truth. Or rather her life wouldn't have been troubled if she did the simplest of thing between best friends, opening up.

Fucking coward! The fact she's already gone races to my mind. I shouldn't curse a dead person. Even acknowledging that she's dead hurts like a bitch.
In the last few days, my temper had build to a burning rage much like Zarah's.
To my comfort Zarah's is already depleting. The thought falls like snow in my mind. Bringing her back is the one thing on my mind that I actually care about. And only closure with Saira will bring her peace.

Its already past 5 pm. I wonder where Zarah is. She should be back by now. My heart flips with content as I think she might spending time with Jess. Who was this guy that made her blush even in the state of frustration? Higher studies in psychology really did me good. Even if Zarah doesn't know this herself, I bet all my money that the guy already has her heart. I really wish she wouldn't act stubborn as usual. I saw a lot of change in her in the past few days. Who knows, maybe she's having a great time with him.

As I sit in Saira's ex bedroom, my eyes roam around the room. With one last look at the corner beside the bay window, sighing, I decide to go home.

Zarah's POV

To my surprise, I'm eerily calm about everything now. Somehow Jess's concern and care is calming me down. I was forlorn, he knew. He was the only person who actually knew what was going through my fucked up mind. Even when I protested, I knew it was the truth.
Emotions overflowing inside of me, I dont know what to do about the shit thats happening. I find my serenity in Jess's approach. Even though he reacted a bit enraged, his hidden care brings me peace. Even I'm getting tired of my mood swings to be honest. Walking away from love and care was all I did. Every encounter with love left me with nothing but scars. Everything inside me bled. I couldn't take anymore risks. But now even the concealed love is serene to me. From my mother to Saira to Diya , everyones's love was pain in plain sight . But now I feel my sore sight clearing up like the morning fog clearing with the bright rays of the sun pushing through.

I was walking for hours straight thinking through Saira's emotion while writing me that. Many questions emerge within me. And I knew the answer to everything is within her riddle.
One last game, she said. The happiest and the purest moments of my childhood was filled with Saira and me playing treasure hunt. On random mornings there would be a post-it stuck up on a cup of coffee with her riddle of the day on the side table. On that mornings, I found myself with the books that I yearned to read at the end of the game, half of my shelf was filled with the treasure that I found. Wait, shelf?

Wow, I almost forgot. I had a shelf filled with hundred of adventure I could never go on, hundreds of people that I'll never be, hundreds of fantasies that'll never be reality. Although there was one fantasy that I ignore to acknowledge in my reality, Jess. I tried to escape my past and Saira, but I was being pushed and pulled to confront the savaging emotions and Saira all along, the universe's way of giving me one last chance to find . . . . myself?

Its almost dinner time. Clutching my seventh cup of expresso of the evening, I walk back to home. I walk back to confront my demons. My emotions, my memories of Saira.

The walk back home is enlightening. Literally. The streets are shining all the way to the end. I don't why but something about light intrigues me. Many memories flash through my mind. Starry nights with Jess, sunrise with Saira. In every serene moments, light played a crucial role. I remember Saira talking nonstop to me about random stuff. Yes, It all comes back.

Being sober, I see light at the end of the dark tunnel inside my heart.

Saira was fascinated by the concept of light. She was fascinated with the whole of nature, stars, sun, moon and the most random things like lightning, Tesla coils and Tyndall effect. I remember only bits and pieces. All these years trying to forget everything took a toll on me.

Light guide the most lost people to their destinations both literally and metaphorically, she used to say. The sense of light triggered by something or rather someone can take a person on a journey to their peace. She said it was the fuel to heart so that the heart could always guide the person. Somehow Saira was convinced that we need to listen to our hearts more than our minds. Yes, thinking rationally eliminates risks but listening to our hearts always lead to happiness even if we had to risk everything we've got. Only light can beat darkness. Only light possessed the power to guide mankind into wisdom.

Saira once told me how she met Diya. Yet again it was her fascination with the concept of light that lead her to Diya. She said the name Diya practically dragged her to Diya because the name literally means light. She was clever to strike up a conversation to Diya and honestly shocking too, considering her anti-social aura. And immediately they both fell in love with each other. Diya admitted that she thought Saira was a bit off in her head to talk nonstop to a complete stranger. However, she said she was intrigued by the strange girl's aura. Almost instantly they both were inseparable, side by side in every crime.

"With Light to guide beside . . . . . "

Wait, what?