A Thousand Years

08 | Tragedies

"You can't stop me from loving her." He shouted.

"I'm not telling you to stop loving her, just stop stalking her!" Abby Walsten shouted at her brother, who was stubborn like a three-year-old. "Avan, you don't know how much scared she already is from the people around her, everyone hates her they all talk about her, man!! She is not something simple, I know her pain and if you keep stalking her like this she might cry to her death. Leave her alone!" She explained him.

"Listen Abby, I'm her freaking soulmate if I don't get close to her then who will??" Avan shouted back.

"You want to get close to her also to make fun of her and make her cry like others like how other kids at the school that make her life a living hell?" She demanded.

"See Abby you're literally not getting the point. I love her. I want to protect her from others. If I become a little close to her she might open up and start living happily."

"Oh, dear! Depression doesn't end just like this. You can't go on making people happy just like this and putting an end to their depression. Those tears in her eyes..ughh I just feel so bad about her and the fact that you are her soulmate just makes me want to scream!" She said fake crying.

"Hahahaha! Abby that's not funny. I'm handsome and I've just got everything a girl might need from a guy, or maybe I'm just the perfect soulmate." Avan said praising himself.

"You really think you can save her?" Abby asked.

"No I don't think I can save her. I don't think I can actually do anything. But I can't let this happen I want to make her happy I've to do something at least." Avan had a serious look on his face.

"Tell her about yourself. Stop stalking and go meet her." Abby said with a straight face.

"Huh?! I should go meet her? Is that what you are saying?"

"Yeah, go meet her. Today she might wait for you to return the notebook. Just don't take the notebook from her. Be nice and gentle. She would start crying at any spot. Don't let that happen." Abby said.

"I am not ready!" Avan said pouting.

"It's not a date or something idiot. Just introduce yourself. And I'm telling you, don't you dare make fun of her or make her cry. Our mission is to make her happy. And you know she is the most important person to us, to you. You're the only one who can save her."

The way he'd figure it out, everyone would get tragedies in there life. Tragedies not in the sense that something bad or poor would happen to you or you'd lose something and you'd be stuck on it for your life and spent it in weeping on whatsoever happened. But in the sense that you'd get something and you'll have to spent your whole life with it even if you don't want to, if that makes sense. But no neither of it was going to happen in his life. He knew it.

Avan Walsten never minded anything in his life neither took anything seriously, but when he turned eighteen and had to get a soulmate, he had something to throw his weird thoughts upon. He knew his soulmate was Felisha Colms, the saddest person on the universe and he even knew himself, the weird-est person on the universe. Yet he could not let this happen. He'd been surrounded by beautiful chicks since his childhood and his soulmate wasn't even close to a real human being.

They were different, everything about Avan and Felisha was different. He was happy and she was sad, he had everything while she held upon her job which she considered her everything. She was full of scars while he couldn't remember the last time he really cried upon something seriously. Different things about their ownselves could never bring them near but one thing surely did. Both of them got tragedies when they turned eighteen. Nature had His own plan and Avan had his own.

Avan had his sister, shared everything with her. Everything was due to his sister's help because he wasn't that type of a serious guy. And tonight he knew he would not mess up. He would go, talk to her nicely and that's it. He thought.

"Abbs, I'm waiting here outside her shop and she's not coming out. Ughh! It's hot man." Avan said making a disgusting face, standing ouside her shop, sweating continuously.

"I'm busy, bye!" Abby said annoyed.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, sissy! I won't call you that again. Abbyyy. Now tell me what should I do. I'm nervous man." Avan was looking in the direction of the door of the shop.

"Don't panic idiot. Just smile at her when you talk and don't be serious like how you are casually you know-" she was cut off when the phone suddenly hung up.

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"Thank God! by the way, I'm Avan your soulmate!" he said with cheerful voice and smiling eyes. Shit I shouldn't say this!! He imaginary face palmed. Say something else, say something else.

"Avan Walsten."

She remained quiet. Didn't say anything. Kept staring at him in the eyes. She saw something, she had always been scared of. Her eyes widened as he smiled. It was as if they were directly proportional, the more he smiled, the more her eyes widened. His smile. She was scared of the smile.

"I'm not scaring you! I mean I really want us to be friends." He moved his hand forward to shake her hand and found his hand to be shivering. She looked down at his hand and took of running. She ran at full speed not seeing right or left just straight running.

"Oh no! Fucked upp!!" He started running behind her. "Don't worry Felishaaa I'm not gonna hurt you trust meee!!"

She was running so fast that she couldn't see the truck that was pulling in front of the street in full speed. And that was it. It hit her and she went flying across the street. Not that it was the first time she was running on the street but also the first time anyone had talked to her, nicely, in a long time.

As Avan watched the whole scene in front of his eyes, he knew he had seriously fucked up. He didn't believe his eyes. No! No! No! Felisha noo! He threw his bag and ran near her. There was blood everywhere his eyes landed upon. Felisha was lying on the side of the footpath with her eyes still opened and tears streaming down. She looked directly in the sky and hoped for the end. He saw the truck as it vanished in the darker side of the town. Due to the advantage of darkness it disappeared, just like that.

He called 911 immediately and carried her in his arms. He went to the nearest bench and placed her there. She was breathing heavily. "Duh-duh..dohn't tho-thouch, me mehh!" She said in between her breathes. He felt tears escape his eyes as he sat beside her, he found himself thinking, she really is the tragedy, for me and for herself.

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