I watched with fascination and a bit of curiosity as a smile spread across her face, her eyes reflecting determination and excitement. I turned my head to look too, wondering what got her to light up like that. I searched, but saw nothing in particular; just people getting their early morning exercise, walking their dogs or playing with their kids.
It was strange. Her reaction to normality was so different, so odd, and yet so pure. I felt attracted to her, to her mysterious mind and thoughts. She pulled me in and before I knew it, I had already taken a step in her direction.
I studied her carefully as I walked towards her, all the while phrasing an introduction in my mind. I had never done anything like this before, but there is always a first, right? It made me nervous, but at the same time excited. It gave me a kind of thrill, the same kind brought upon by a roller coaster.
I noticed her fiddling under her dupatta, with her arms placed awkwardly, which only piqued my curiosity even more. But just as I got close enough to start a conversation, she fell from the bench, lying unconscious on the soft green grass.
I froze in my spot and so did my brain, unable to comprehend the situation. I stood and stared, maybe for seconds or minutes or hours, I do not know.
People rushed to her, running around and past me, trying to help her. Words like 'doctor', 'not breathing' and 'dead' were thrown around, but I could not focus. All I was fixated on was the empty syringe loosely gripped in her hand, and the serene smile adorning her face.
She looked so peaceful, without a hint of worry or care even grazing her. She looked every bit beautiful, and it sent a chill down my spine. Her actions suddenly made sense. I trembled as I realised what I had just observed.
And I knew this would haunt me forever.
