ғᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

Chapter 8

Days became weeks, and weeks became months before the seasons started changing like years.

Everything was good.

Even after four years, they were together, happy. It was not like they didn't fight. They fought hard. But in the end, they found their way back to each other.

Even though they went to different colleges, they knew they had each other or so, they thought so.

Both of them had each other, but they both were lonely.

During the day, the thought of the other doesn't cross their mind, but when their body hits the bed, all the memories come flooding back in. All those commitments. All that love.

Somehow, love was draining from their hearts. It was being sucked out from each cell of their body without them realizing it.

They were growing out of love.

She was tired of him never being there for her.

He was tired of himself for never asking her to be there.

She didn't ask him too, but she hoped for him to hear the pain lacing her voice.

She knew, he was drowning in his own grief, so how could he even think about her pain when his was more than enough for him.

She wanted to be there for him. She told him to tell her whatever is wrong.

He never did.

And just like that before she knew it, she was locked in a cage where only one color exists. Black.

He didn't know.

She tried to tell him she was falling and make him understand, but he just said,

"You won't even be able to live one day in my life. That's how much I suffer." She didn't expect him to compare her pain with his.

Pain isn't something that can be compared. It depends on the person who feels it. If a person has a weak body and cries all night, that person will faint.

But if a person has a strong body and will power, moreover he/she cries just the same as the other person, that person won't faint.

Emotions can't be compared because each person has a different limit of suffering.

He knew she was falling, but he pushed her deeper.

A place from where she was too tired to even escape from.

Depression.