Imperfectly Perfect

Prologue

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-Prologue-

"So, what if I find another girl who is ready to accept me as I am, doesn't wanna change me for good and doesn't keep giving excuses to not come out with me?"

Break. Crap, is this how a heartbreak feels like?

"You know I'd wish you nothing but the best, Aki."

Oh my god! Did I just say that out loud?
Was it me, Adya, wish Akhil, the best with his future girlfriend? I guess I'm too tired to handle it anymore with the little amount of sleep I've been getting these days. It had to come out one day or the other.

His face just morphed into a mixture of rage and sorrow, and he moves quivering hand through his hair, a sign of nervousness, and speaks with anger laced in his words," oh, I guess it's your way of goodbye, then?"

Crumble.

"Gosh, I never meant it that way, Aki! See, you are assuming things again!" I couldn't help but be angry myself. I thought I would make him understand one good time what I actually wanted to convey, but who am I kidding? He's Akhil Chandru for a goddamn reason!

Please. Akhil, don't make it difficult for me. I love you. But please, please try to understand!

"Okay, fine. I'll go out of your face. I'll never disturb you with my presence you used to crave for before. What am I to you anyways? I don't fucking mean anything to you now, do I, Grace?" He goes on telling things like this, and I don't realise that I'm crying until he stops his blather to wipe off a tear from my face.

"Why do you always be like this, Aki? It hurts, you know?" I couldn't control anymore. All my pent-up worries were coming out as sobs, and I could sense his features soften as I continue, "Please, for once, just understand what I'm trying you say as it is, please. It's for the good for both of us."

He just sits there, staring blankly at my face, as if trying to let my words sink in. He exhales loudly, covers his face with his hands and shakes his head. He looks up at me, at my face, as if trying to take in my face for one last time.

He places his hands on mine, signaling me to look at him, and whispers, " I'm sorry I hurt you. But I don't wanna lose you, Grace. You've been a breath of fresh air to me ever since we got together!" As much as it made me mushy-mushy in the heart, I wanted to scream back at him that he isn't the same for me. Well, let me correct myself, he isn't much of 'a breath of fresh air' to me anymore.

In fact, I wanted to tell him that he's anything but my breath of fresh air. He's been pulling me down from anything positive lately. I remember how I was celebrating my best friend, Adi's birthday at midnight and he called me and asked if Adi's birthday celebration was important than talking to him. I couldn't even smile after that excruciating talk.

Anyways, I control my tongue and say, "You were too, Aki. But there are some things that I would like to do by myself, and you're too much of a distraction to me. Sometimes, you wouldn't understand me if I say I'm busy and couldn't come out with you. You would go on throwing a bunch of messages saying that you're not important to me and stuff and that hurts like hell and kills my concentration for the whole day and sometimes even then!" I've already this twice since we started this conversation and the fact that we're going on a loop on the same conversation over and over is just making me nuts.

"I'll try to change myself, Grace. Anything other than losing you!"

"Damn, Aki! We had this discussion already! You never seem to understand me at all! I just said we need time alone, we're not breaking up for God's sake!"

He rises and bangs his fist on the table, "Don't you use that tone on me, Grace!" He hisses. He has now got the attention of the people in the tables near us, and they're staring at us now. He can never stop being over-dramatic, can he?

I also hear a woman seated beside our table say, "Tsk,tsk. Teenage love is nothing but problematic all the way." To hell with her. For now, I couldn't give a flying fuck to some lady's opinion whom I'm never going to meet again in my life.

He's tested me too far. I too get up from my seat and say, "I need a break from you, from us, and that's final, Akhil. Its not the first time I'm telling you, I've told this God-knows-how-many-times and I do not want to keep repeating it to you like you're a child! You pretty much understand what I'm saying, but you just don't want to accept it! Here's it. I won't be seeing you for some time, and it's good for the both of us that we stay away from each other. End of conversation, Akhil. I'll see you in a while." I almost blurt these words out in the midst of sobs. I really couldn't take it anymore.

With quiet sobs, I storm out of the restaurant, wanting to go away from this place where I've done something I don't quite know if it's right or wrong.

I get inside my car, slam my door, and speed up faster than ever - to get out of this heart wrenching place soon as possible.

Then, it happens. I break down. All my built-up dejection, frustration and heartbreak. I cry, and cry and let out all my sorrow that I had been holding inside of me for so long.

I let out that pained feeling I had during that talk with Akhil at that restaurant.

You have a tomorrow, Adya. You were just stuck up in the middle. You needed this.

I convince myself and drive through the streets of Bangalore, letting my car take the lead.

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