He gave the pendrive and asked the man to take out the printout for the project. He couldn't hold it for long. He somehow took the printout, paid the money and rushed to the restroom. It was empty, the most probable scene after the bell rung for dismissal of classes. It was evening.
He slipped the floor, somehow managing to enter the washroom and locked the door. He kept the lid of the pan down and sat on it. The tears now, he didn't hold them anymore. He burst, he exploded into running streams of pain down his cheeks. He couldn't stop it, rather he didn't want to stop them from flowing. Let them, no one's watching now.
He heard the sound of running tap outside, probably someone came. A little giggling, smiles he heard. Laughs, he heard. He stopped crying but the tears didn't stop, his heart was still heavy, but by now he somehow adapted to that.
He closed his eyes, trying to stop the flow of tears forcefully using his fingers. He kept pressing his eyes. The time flew but he didn't feel that. The time stopped for him, all he saw was darkness and flashes of memories he tried to forgot a lot back.
He opened his eyes, it was blurry. He flushed, came out and washed his face continuously, without any halt. His eyes were red, but it seemed dark. He took his kerchief and rubbed his eyes vigorously, and wore his glasses again. He came closer to his reflection and smirked. He smiled, he put on a happy face.
He came out of the restroom. No one outside knew the dark journey he just travelled, no one knew the blood red heart just turned black. Around him, smiles he heard. Laughs, he heard.
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Hidden and flushed
KurzgeschichtenIt revolves around short excerpts from a life of a young boy in his twenties, who's suffering from pain in his heart, which is due to the circumstances that happen in his life, but the outer world is unaware of it. I do not intend to explore the bac...
