Love....everlasting?

Chapter 15

Vikram had said,"...just maybe we might get to know where she is."
'IS'. Jenny was alive?
Ok, granted, that he said maybe, but, still, Jenny might be alive, Vikram was not a person who would give useless information, ever, even in normal scenarios his information had worked perfectly. And in this time of crisis, he would never waste his time, especially, his.
Aryan got his hopes up, then he another train of thought entered his mind, she was not his, he should not let this bother him, he was nobody to her. NOBODY. She had betrayed him, still, he could not help, but feel for her. People had said, love was easy, a famous writer had once said,
'Love is joy, don't convince yourself that suffering is part of it.'
When he had read that quote, he had smirked in haughty derision, and thought,"I shit gold."
You know for a person who wanted to be at peace at all times, he was never at peace for a few years, he had seen many movies, read many books and had come to one conclusion,'If you want to be someone important, if you want to be indestructible, you have to destroy yourself first, lose everything you own, in order to be at peace and do anything you want, to take risks for your own benefit, you need to be totally independent and free of illusions such as care, love and attachment, to do something truly great and be the best of yourself, to achieve everything, you'd have to lose everything, you need not be afraid of your fears, you shouldn't avoid the pain you experience every moment, instead, you should experience it, feel it, bask in its glory, that way, you could be invincible, you need to become cold-hearted, not think about anyone else, be as selfish as you can to yourself, then and only then can you be happy, sometimes you might have to be choose bad over good, but you know what? It's only a lie, because bad for one, is sometimes a thousand times better to you. Sometimes being happy for someone else can make you very sad and ask for death, so why create the illusion of lies and deceive your own self, learn to tell yourself the truth, and be truthful to yourself, only then can you know and do for yourself.'
Sometimes, a person, or an incident can change your philosophy, your way of thinking, it can rock you to the very core, Aryan was that kind of person, but, Jenny, she was to him what he was to others, she had destroyed this philosophy of him completely, he had begun to care again, to think of others, to be human, maybe, that was why he was still stuck to her in some way. He did not want to be with her anymore but, somehow, the thought of her being safe and well was important to him, maybe because he wanted revenge or maybe because he wanted her to be well, nobody knew, not even him, and he didn't care about it first, because the first thing that was important to him then was that Jenny be alive, in good health and happy.
If Vikram was able to help him out, they would find her and she would be alive.
He felt such joy, hatred, grief and pity when he thought about it, nobody could understand his situation. He had made love to her, only her, on his birthday, it was beautiful, according to her and himself. He had thought she had fallen more in love with him that night, but he didn't know that he was so wrong, to her it was nothing more than an experiment, nothing more than hour of pure f*ck, pure erotic pleasure  and even that he had done just because he thought it would bring them closer together, but even that could not help him out.
He couldn't have been more wrong.
He called up Vikram,"Brother, when are you going to come to my place?"
"Around an hour or so, don't sweat it, ok? We're just going to a nearby place, where I think she might have gone to last."
One hour later, he and Vikram went to a nearby café, Vikram had told him he had gotten a phone call from any anonymous number that she was last seen there, so Vikram took him to the place. They went in and talked to the owner, the owner saw Aryan and said,"Oh, I have something for you."
He went inside and did not come out for a long time. The TV was on and it was set to the news channel. It was showing some news about a girl being raped in Gurgaon, beneath the main news, the scrolling text with relatively 'smaller' news was being displayed. Something caught his eye, one of the lines said,'New report on Aamir murder case: Police report after research that his death was apparently a suicide.'
"VIKRAM! LOOK!"whispered Aryan in an alarming tone.
"Look what?"
Vikram was apparently looking at the menu displaying various coffee outside and maybe deciding what to order, he was a fan of chocolate and coffee both so maybe the Choco frappe was apt?
"The news, AAMIR COMMITTED SUICIDE!"
"Mr. Aryan says what....?"
"Look, here it comes again!"
"'New report on Aamir case...uh huh...ok...Huh? Okay this is something I didn't expect."
"And why is that?"
"It would have made more sense if the murder was committed by Jenny."
"Umm, why VIKRAM?"
"Because her disappearance would have a reason and now, I'm worried about her being dead now."
Aryan became silent, Jenny could be dead.
The owner came out with a piece of paper in his hand. I was told to give this to you by a beautiful woman on the news a few days ago.
"You mean Jenny?"
"Yeah, maybe, she didn't mention her name, but she gave me a photograph of you and told me that after some time you might come here asking for her."
"Wait a minute, were you the anonymous phone caller?"asked Vikram.
"Yeah, how'd you figure that out?"
"Why'd you call me? Why not Aryan?"
"I didn't want any trouble for myself, he might be getting taped or tracked."
"This is for you sir,"said the owner holding out the piece of paper in his hand to Aryan.
Aryan grabbed it and started reading.
"Well, what's it?"said Vikram.
"Well, it's note to Aamir from her. You have the wrong person sir."said Aryan.
"Sir, I was given a photograph of yours. I have done my job. You can do whatever with it you want."
"Ok." said Aryan.
He read the note.
'Aamir,
Sorry for leaving a note to you like this in such circumstances,but you have to know one thing, I can't do this to Aryan or myself, I can't get back together with you, you didn't value me before and you couldn't value me later, so I won't run off with you, instead I'm leaving today and nobody will see my face again.
Jenny.'
He was shocked. Jenny was alive. The colour drained from his face, Vikram asked him,"What happened bro?"
"Read this."
Jenny was alive, they just had to find her, she was alive, she was innocent, Aamir had committed suicide, maybe because he had wanted to be with her but she left him, it all made sense, now all that was left, was to find her and bring her back.
"Vikram?"
"Yes, brother?"asked Vikram looking up from the note.
"We are going to search for Jenny."