Nothing Lasts Forever.. PS: Nothing = Love!

Chapter 26 : Loss and Love..

Hello readers!

I might have dragged the previous two chapters but that was for a reason. This is the last chapter of “Nothing Lasts Forever.. PS : Nothing = Love.” Ofcourse, there will be an epilogue because this story has many loose ends and they need to be pulled together.

I had been trying to delay writing this chapter because I did not want to end the book. My first book!

Thank you all for reading my work. It means alot to me. For all those who read the book and hated it, I’d make sure you like my next one! And for the people who liked my work, YES, I’m writing a next one. I hope you belong to the latter category.

Its been uploaded already on wattpad! Wanna know more about it?

Wait and read.. I’ll let you all know soon..

All those who are confused who Shetij is, he is one of the two characters who were introduced in the chapter 24: Cipher.

Chapter 26: Loss and Love..

Shetij’s POV :

I had always hated hospitals and doctors. I never went to the dentist when I was a child, even after being showered with promises of lollipops and ice-creams. I refused to step into any place that had a doctor there. People mistake my hatred towards doctors. They think I have always been scared of doctors. Huh! Stupid people. I am not at all scared of them.

Now that one of the members of my dance troop had tripped and managed to get his ass on a hospital bed, I had no option but to visit him. At. The. Hospital.

Its not like I have never been to a hospital before. I have. but the memories have never been good.

At the reception desk, the cute receptionist politely told me that my troop member was admitted in the room 305. She pointed out to the elevator, “third floor, last door to your right”, she directed. Elevator beeped to halt on the right floor, coming out I saw another arrow that lead to a different hallway with only one room in isolation. “Room no: 306”

Curiosity killed the cat. But who cares! When I’m curious, well, I am Curious! So instead of going to 305, I started to walk towards 306. There were no windows in the hallway. There was just a round see-through glass on the door, fit for a face to peek in. That's when I saw a girl.

The girl in front of my eyes looked weak and had too many tubes attached to her body. Her upper body was resting on slightly elevated bed. She was trying to write on a notepad. Her hands barely moving. She looked tired as if writing took all of her strength.

She had a smile on her face while she was scribbling on the paper. It was a very painful smile. I don’t know how anyone would describe a painful smile. Heck! I wouldn’t know how would I describe a painful smile. That was a mixture of sadness with a glint of happiness. It was like she was sad about something that made her happy.

I observed the small movements of her hand, the twitching of her fingers after every few seconds, the small rotations of the pencil.

I kept looking at her for a few minutes, while she was trying to write. After she was finished writing, she called out for someone, barely moving her lips. I couldn't hear her.

I clutched the door knob. With one twist I could get in and help her. But I saw a figure coming towards her. So I slowly let go of the knob. He was tall man in his 40s. I assumed he was her father. He looked tensed with bags around his eyes. Sadness visible on his face. He took the notepad from her hand and kept it inside the drawer besides her bed.

Her father tapped a few buttons on the bed side controls, lowering the elevation of the bed. She looked peaceful with her eyes closed.

She hadn’t even once realised that I had been standing and watching her from quite a while now. You know I was never scared of hospitals, but I was scared of what hospitals did to people.