Too Good To Be True.

Chapter Twenty-Seven.

A week and a half later..
I haven't been to school since the day I last talked to Vivek.
Every morning, I woke up late and sat in bed for hours and cried over and over. The school kept on calling me, but I've never picked up the phone. Yesterday a colleague called up and my mom picked the call. The school appointed another teacher in my place. And really, that news gave me a relief rather than feeling sad.
Next, woke up, my head hurt really bad. I looked at the clock, 5:30am it said.
Sleep seemed to have ran away from me by then. I sat up on my bed, covered myself with the sheet and before I could realise, I was crying. It felt more like a routine to wake up and cry. But today, I felt like doing something else for a change. I wiped my face with the back of my hand, and walked towards the window, pulled away the curtains and let the sun shine bright on my face. And first time in a few weeks, did I actually notice the sun and the surrounding. I guess people were true when they said that nature heals. Not exactly healing, but the tears definately stopped.
I jumped back on the bed, took my diary, and started writing about everything I felt and was feeling since the last few days. I almost forgot about my diary in all that had happened. Normally, when I was sad, my diary felt like a friend to me. It felt as if it told me what to do and what not to.
This time, I didn't really know what to ask. I told him how I felt, and he told me how he did. Only difference, we both want the tottaly opposite things. I am not mad at him, its his life, its his choice. But I really want to know why he said no, why do I keep feeling that there is something that's bothering him. Frankly, I don't really know when I started falling in love with him, I always thought he was a good friend to me, I didn't know, not being with him could be this hard, those few days when he didnt talk to me before I told him how I felt, I was dying. I wanted to talk to him, I wanted to fight and keep fighting with him, I always thought, though he always made jokes, his eyes had something, something different and deep. But I never got to know what.. I wish I could talk to him for one last time, ask him if he was okay, as him if I hurt him, ask him if he would ever miss me..
And as Sasha kept writing, slowly she realised what she wanted. She wanted one last talk with Vivek. And this time, that's all she wanted.
Yes, I think I should meet him. But how? Its been a week and a half since I saw him last. And he did not call me or anything, which means he does not want to talk to me and me wanting to talk to him now, will just make things worse! Oh no, I don't know what I should do..
Sasha stopped, and rushed to her mother who was making cookies in the kitchen. Sasha remembered how her mother used to make cookies for her when she was young, and how every cookie solved every problem she had with her homework, or tripping-from-the-staircase-bruise, or anything else. Maybe her mother hoped that this hurt too would be solved by the cookie, somewhere deep down, Sasha hoped the same.
"Maa! I want to talk to Vivek! Should I?"
She turned suddenly all shocked, "But why? After all these days, suddenly? I'm making cookies for you, trust me everything will get better soon." And smiled.
Sasha smiled and said, "I know Ma, everything will. And for that, I have to talk to Vivek for one last time." Sasha's mother took and deep breathe and said,
"If that's what you want, you go ahead girl. And come soon because these cookies won't wait okay?"
Sasha kissed her mother on the cheek, smiled and ran back to her room to get dressed.
"I love you Sasha, please take care." Said Mother to herself.