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Chapter 31

Gone

It is surprising how things change in a moment. An hour ago, I felt like the luckiest girl alive on Earth. And now, sitting here, in this airport alone, I feel nothing. The pain is so loud, that it has numbed all other feelings. I am angry, dejected, despondent but above all I feel like a deep hole has been drilled in my chest. I felt a little like this way, when my father died. I couldn't comprehend what my future would be like. Will I even have a future?
My aunt took me in, but still I never got the opportunity to draw a family on a drawing book. I was never given presents on my birthday and there was no parent to even remember the day. Everybody around me, worried about my mental state. Why is this girl not crying, sitting next to her father's dead body?
I don't know the exact reason but as much as I understand now, it was because I knew that my father won't last long. He actually was not even there for me, when he was alive. He spend his day drinking and abusing people around him. Curse me, yell at me for being late to open the door in the midnight, when he got back from the bar. I could not cry for my mother because I didn't even have enough minutes with her. She died, right after giving birth to me. An issue, my father raised on me again and again in his drunken state. My childhood died with my parents and there was nothing, I could do about it. My aunt, raised me but no one missed a chance to point it out, how grateful I should be, that they decided to keep me. I am grateful to them. I really am. Irrespective of the way, they treated me, they at least kept me alive. The void of not having a proper family is disturbing. But this is so much worse. I got used to the fact of being alone and knowing nothing about love, and belongingness. Until I met him. And he took it away from me. This pain, is so strong that I can't express it. What makes it unbearable is the fact, that I was warned, by my mind and friend. I was told how down this can take me. And yet I chose him. I trusted him with everything too soon for no apparent reason and this realisation hits me like a truck now. God !!! If this doesn't hurt. Only if I knew, this is how it will end, this is how I will end up, I would have never opened my walls for Hero. I would have kept my mind and fucking heart together and pushed them on my work only. Hell !!!!!!Had I not beared my heart to him, he wouldn't have the power to break it.
I am snapped out of my broken thoughts by the flight announcement. There is no point in staying here. I was here only for him, to be with him. I wanted to go back to New York but I don't think I am ready for all the questions and explainations I will be welcomed with, regarding my early arrival. I want to go somewhere, where I can stop thinking about him, thinking about us. As I board the plane, I am greeted by an air hostess joining her hand together in a Namaste. There is only one place, which has nothing to do with him and the only place where he will not follow me.
India.

Hero's POV

A loud knock on my door, startles me, making me realize, how long I have been here, lying on the floor. I was not exactly sleeping but I don't think I was awake either. "It is unlocked" I mumble to another knock. "Come in" I say louder when the knock is repeated. My father walks in and takes a few seconds to adjust his eyes to the darkness in the room. I make no effort to get up and switch on the lights. I feel drained and heavy even though, I have done nothing since morning. "How are you doing son?" My father asks sitting on the edge of the bed and switching on the lights on bedside. I keep quite. I just want to be quite and close my eyes and  do nothing. "Your mother told me about everything that happened in the afternoon" my father said looking down at me. "And?" I asked "You are here to tell me, she is right and I should understand her and let go of Nirvana" I snapped "then save your breath, because she is gone" I sighed. I am in no mood to hear about what my parents think of her. They should be satisfied with the fact, that I am still here. "No. You are wrong" my father said keeping his hand on my shoulder. "I am here to tell you that you are wrong to let her go" my father said and I looked at him in confusion. "Your mother is wrong. This time Hero" and relief ran through my body. "I know your mother cares about you and the only reason, she asked you to do what you did was because she doesn't want you to make mistakes too soon in your career at such an early stage" he said "but before being an actor, you are a young boy who has a girl in his life for the first time" he added. "Do you know, how happy I was to finally see you with her? I am so proud that you found a girl like her" my father said and I smiled back. "I could not have a lot of exchange with Nirvana. But with the minimal amount of dialogue, we had, I found her extremely bright inside out" he remarked patting my back. I was grinning until I realized that it's too late. She is gone and I didn't stop her, I did not follow her and that is enough to make her feel, that I don't want her. "She is gone Dad. She is gone and I did nothing" I whispered. "So go. What are you waiting for? If she is gone, then go and get her back" my father shrugged as if it is the easiest thing. "Mom said that she will never-" my father cuts me off saying "Will never accept her? Isn't that what she said?" he asked and I nodded. "Well then, you and I both know, how much she loves you. I will talk to her. She will be fine" he said standing up. "Thanks Dad !!" I said hugging him. I wish, he was there when all this happened. Well none of this would have happened, had he been there. He walked out of my room but turned around "Hero?" he called out. "Yes, father" I replied grinning. "Remember one thing. Love is in everyday small things. But love should not become an everyday small thing. Love should always be given its value. And you have to fight for it. Will you just keep kicking her out for every person, who asks you to leave her? Be brave enough to accept your feelings" he said and I could feel some anger in his tone "Instead of lying, you should have told your mother, how serious you are about her" he said and started walking away leaving me in deep reverie. "Hero?" He turned back "You love her. Don't you?" he asked me and my breath hitched.
Do I love her?