WHOSE FAULT?

OVER TWO CUPS OF COFFEE!

PART 1

We were a regular at heart café and even the waiters there could describe what we wanted without the need of telling them. "two classic mocha coming right up" waiter said. Parth had given me a call at 10:00 am in the morning to meet exactly in an hour and never ever in our 4 years relationship he has given me a call like that. I was curious and anxious of what the matter could be while as usual Parth was late.
The next minute a well-built man with pink shirt and cream pants walks and pat on my head slowly sitting in front of me. Parth looked dashing today and while being with him for four years, I had fallen for him yet again. He greeted me with a wink and bought a chocolate as usual.
But when Parth began to say what he called me here for, I couldn't catch my breath and decided to leave. The roads felt darker and all silent. I didn't care of who was walking around me, I just wanted to reach home and fall back on my bed. I did not look back at Parth, he was certainly calling my name again and again, nonetheless I had turned deaf after what he mentioned in the café.
We met each other in our degree college, he sat right in the parallel row and we had the most eye contacts in a class full of strangers. The next day he sat right beside me and that's where it all started. We clicked instantly and he was the most genuine guy one could ever meet. Our late-night talks, early morning chats and his sweet compliments every other minute made me blush and fall for him every single time.
But while walking down the street back to my home that day I could see each mistake I made being with him and wasting every precious minute of my life for him. My thoughts preoccupied my head and decided to blame me for what he spoke in the café.
I reached till my bed somehow, grabbed a bottle of my pills and fell asleep the next minute. What happened that day was something I wanted to forget and look ahead as a bright Sunday, but it got stuck as a monster slowly sucking my peace and then me. Parth had known me inside out, from all my demons to my angels he had an idea of what I was made up of. Yet the words that came out of his mouth seemed like arrows gradually pointing at me and wanting to leave scars all over my body.
While, my cozy blanket and wet pillows tried providing comfort a thought just popped in my head before I fell asleep - "Is the past knocking my door again?"