everyone has a story to tell.
akansha's has something to do with snowflakes, a little bit to do with what's written in the stars and a lot to do with fate.
Dedicated to my love, Shawn Mendes - for songs that capture the beauty of love in words
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I was sitting cross-legged on a stone bench by the library, reading my favourite novel for the fifteenth time. The sound of chattering was drowned by the music coming through my earphones. The cold post-winter wind had been blowing quite vigorously today so my hair was tied up in a French bun.
From the corner of my eye, I would see various sets of legs walking in front of me. Most of them wouldn't even pause or skip a beat in their step. So when a pair of jean-clad legs stomped in front of me, each step with a two second interval before taking the next, I noticed but I did a pretty good job of pretending not to.
The person was not satisfied with my lack of attention at their attempt of ruining my perfect evening with whatever unimportant thing they were meaning to disturb me with. Taking a few steps back, he repeated the same gesture. This time, stomping even loudly with a background sound of throat clearing.
I was annoyed enough with the fact that Emma was having a major relationship issue with Julian in the book. The annoying stomper was definitely not improving my mood.
"What can I do so that you get out of my sight?" I asked, looking up at the guy who couldn't take the hint when I was clearly ignoring him.
"Jordan's abrasiveness seemed to have rubbed off on you," Stefan said with a cheerful smile.
"My irritation couldn't work the same miracle with you apparently. Take a hint, Stefan."
He did not. He sat next to me on the bench and took the earphone out of my ear. "Shawn Mendes can wait until the end of this conversation." He snatched my phone from my hands and looked at the screen. " 'Act Like You Love Me'? How appropriate," he snorted.
Taking back my phone, I said, "You better not be here just to criticise my taste in music. In case I wasn't clear the first time, what can I do to make you disappear like my happiness did the second I saw you?"
He ignored my question. "We have yet to resume our last conversation. You know, the one when you walked out of the house, leaving your ex-boyfriend and current boyfriend in a very awkward situation."
This time I ignored his comment. "I'm busy right now. Jordan is at the robotics lab if you feel like kissing and making up," I said.
"He has enough people to kiss already," he said, half to himself.
I looked at him, eyebrows raised. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Didn't he tell you? He has a new cute, blond friend named Rebecca who he hangs out with at the 'robotics lab'. I don't know if they are building any robots but they sure are building a relationship," Stefan said, grinning.
I stood up immediately, pissed off at his childish behaviour of starting rumours just to rile me up. "Is that what you want to do? Hurt me with false stories because I hurt you with a true one?"
He stood up as well, though he looked more sad than mad. "I'm telling you the truth because unlike you, I don't lie to people's faces. The way you did when you said you didn't love me anymore."
"Is it so hard to believe someone could fall out of love with you?" At this point, I was yelling already. It was easier to let out my anger than my sorrow.
"No but it is hard to believe you would stop loving anyone. That's not who you are. You're the girl who still loves that Pink Panther doll you mum threw away when you were nine because your sister cut off its tail and scribbling with black marker. You're the girl who still hurts because her former twelve crushes had said something hurtful years ago. You're the girl who misses the friendship she had with that one guy who turned out to be a jerk who broke your best friend's heart. You never stop loving anything. So I refuse to believe you stopped loving me especially since you are the only thing I've loved other than my family."
At that moment I wanted to tell him how he was right, that I didn't stop loving him. I wanted to tell him how I measure the weight of his name on my tongue every time I whisper it at night. How his smile appears in my mind whenever I see a leaf that is the exact green as his eyes. How I close my eyes every time a snowflake touches my cheeks and lips and forehead and reminds me of his kisses.
But I couldn't and so I did what I did best. I walked away.
He doesn't know how I am also right. How I'm right to walk away from him. How I'm right to give his father a long life to spend with him.
