When you Say Goodbye

Goodbye

Warning: Blood and Suicide

It was early in the morning. The sun was just coming up over the trees; its warmth was touching them. Shreya snuggled against Dhruv chest, enjoying the scent of the soap that mixed with his light perspiration. A calm morning breeze billowed the curtains, allowing sunlight to peek through and illuminate his handsome face.

"You're not sleeping?" she asked, tracing his thin mustache with her fingers.

He propped himself on an elbow.

"Shreya. You know I adore you and will always be my significant other. I said no to have children since we are exceptionally young," he said delicately. She endeavored to pull away; however, he snatched her and pulled her nearby. "Come on... baby. A kid isn't a diversion. It is the greatest duty."

"I am prepared for it," Shreya said in a whisper. "A kid may make me saner."

Dhruv held her for a few moments, saying nothing as he stroked her back. She lay still, hoping he would understand her sometimes. But he tilted her head and forced her to look into his eyes.

"Shreya, sometimes you still need sleeping pills to sleep. Isn't that the big reason for not to have kids now?" he asked in a low voice.

"No! Of course not! "Shreya said, trying to break away from his grasp.

"Okay, okay, stop fighting. Calm down," he said, refusing to let go.

"Why you do everything things to me to look, an offender?" Shreya cried. "Why you figure I would not be a decent mother?"

"Look. I am trying to do things which are best of us at the present time. I guarantee soon... soon you will get well and we will attempt to have children. It may not be a right choice, but rather you must let it be known's a sensible one. Quit battling Me." he said soothingly as she kept on trying to contort out of his arms.

She could feel tears springing to her eyes, and she battled all the harder. She couldn't give him a chance to see her cry. Why was she crying in any case? It was only a child. It was not he was giving her separation. She at long last broke free, hopped out of the bed, and scrambled for the restroom. Dhruv was snappier and snatched her arm before she could achieve the door. He swung her around and pulled her body against his.

"Release me. Dhruv! "She cried, wildly attempting to break away.

"Not until the point when you calm down," he stated, holding her so close she could scarcely turn her head sideways. He was frightened she would take a pill or two, without him realizing what she was doing.

"I'm quiet. Now let me go," she stated, unsuccessfully endeavoring to stop the tears, falling from her eyes.

"Then why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying!"

"Then what's all this wet stuff on your face, huh?" he said, turning her face to meet his. "You know what's wrong? You have all this . . . this . . . this idea that I love you, bottled up inside you, and you need to let it go. Why don't you trust me, baby? You know I love you. I'm in your husband, and I'm always going to be yours."

She couldn't hold back any longer. Large sobs wracked her body, accompanied by the already streaming tears. Though he still held her in a bear hug, she wiggled her arms free and began beating on his chest.

"I hate you! Let me go, damn it I hate you! "

"Shreya!"

"Fuck you! I hate you. I hate you," she shouted hysterically. "Let me go!"