'Everything's gonna be alright.'
The same old dusty promise everyone promises when all comes tumbling down like a world in disruption. They say it with such smooth conviction in their voice that it makes me doubt myself. After all; everything that falls down, remains as debris forever.
That was the same promise my friend made when my knees buckled and I fell down on them; asking her to call him back, begging him to stay.
"He's not coming back. You have to let him go. You and him, aren't compatible."
"Get him back, please. I'm begging you to!" I cried, leaning my head on her knees.
"He's not coming back and neither are you going back to him. It's over. Get up now."
Her words did sink in but rejection from the heart was faster. 'It's over' echoed all through my body, seeping in; but acceptance had all plans of rejection.
He didn't turn back even once when I fell and she never called out for him. It was all over and all lights inside me extinguished.
It felt damp.
