HIGHWAY

3

Sky loved me?

He was in love with me?

And that was the reason for him to leave me like I was a scrap?

I never loved him yet I treated him the way a boyfriend should be.

If this was what he called love, if this was what this world called as love, if this was love, I didn't want love in my life.

Love has only created barriers for me, it had only created problems for me, it had only given me pain and loneliness, it had only made me feel inferior, it had always been a stoppage, it had only given me infinite struggles, in the end I got nothing out of it. Love had only been my failure. It was a cork on my life.

"How can you think I was okay?" I spat at him. "I was terrible. You were not only my boyfriend but my best friend as well and you just threw me like trash. How can a person someone treated like trash be okay?"

Those blue eyes dropped to the ground as shamless as they felt they couldn't look me in the eye anymore knowing the guilt reflecting in them was visible to a blind person as well.

Mistakes. That's a funny business we do. We take stupid decision on the basis of our sense less assumptions and initiate an act which result in a blunder we call mistake. That blunder is a disaster which is mistaken for a mistake and sometimes, it is deadly.

"You never loved me, sky. 'cause if you ever did, you would have never left me like that. You just woke up one day and shut me out making a fool of me. It is not love."

"It is love that's why I left you." Those eyes stayed to the ground "You know me Dinna, don't you? I am a loser. I breath my dad's money, I have no future, whereas you," He lifted his gaze to meet mine. This time his eyes held affection. "You hold a better future, you are going to go to California to your dream college, you are strong that's why, and me? I am a coward, Dee. I cannot face anything in life. If I would've taken our relationship any further I would have only digged graves for you, I would bring you down with me. You are supposed to be up there not six feet under ground with me."

Whatever he said made sense.

But the way he did it, it didn't. Along with the fact that he left me because he loved me. If you love someone you can never leave them.

"That's why you broke my heart?" I mocked.

His lips formed into a grim line as I waited patiently for my answer.

After a few seconds of silence he said, genuinely "I am sorry."

"I forgave you, sky. I just wanted my answers before leaving. And you clearly gave them to me. That's all I wanted. I am not even mad at you. I just wanted to tie lose ends before trying new relations with people. This was the last one left, it was due and you gave me the answers making me free." I resassured him with a tiny smile.

A small hopefull smile made it's way on his face.

We walked into my room and he noticed the packed bags by my bed.

"You know? I always knew you would leave one day to fulfill your dream. You were that kind, the ambitious one" Now as the tension between us was all gone he was back to his normal sense. And just when I was feeling a bit awkward with him in my room in the same old ways today, he just picked up a talk so casually making the tension go all away.

Yet he failed. The tension changed its energy to something else. A feeling so heavy in your heart which you cannot give name to but it was familiar to doubt.

His words rang through my head like it was hit with a hammer.

My dream?

Going to California was not a part of my dream.