WHOSE FAULT?

Torn pictures and the culprit game

Chapter 2

I woke up with a heavy heart and thumping head. The room felt like a mess symbolizing me as well. I reached towards my phone and found 15 missed calls and 51 messages from parth. I felt like I had forgotten what happened but my phone screen bought back everything that happened at the café the same morning.
I managed to get up from my bed, clean my mess and went outside in the hall. My mother was watching TV and my father was on a phone call laughing aimlessly on some hilarious joke the other person cracked. It was 4 in the evening and it was shocking to see that my mother didn’t try to wake me up for lunch.
I went in the kitchen and grabbed a bite, standing on the 15th floor skyscraping balcony with cool breeze passing by yet the feeling of suffocation pinched my skin every moment.
The room door slammed sharply and I went searching furiously through every drawer until I came across a black heavy box with dusty lid. I grabbed a comfortable side on my bed and slowly opened the box that brought back the nightmares from the past.
The half-torn pictures and a yellow scarf. While, going through the pictures I felt every one of them never truly had me. I was lost, lost in every single one of them. Then how come this turn into a nightmare?
That yellow scarf still had the smell of the same night and all I could do was wash it with perfume but it will still not go away.
The box was heavy with memories which when the lid was removed came right on my face and never wanted to leave. It has been lying idle for the past 2 years and never in my life I wanted to go back to the box and go through the same feeling I went that day.
But today was different, it was like the box called me and wanted me to look at it and sip the guilt in and let the nightmares capture me just like parth captured my head with his words.
The bell rang, gradually I came out of the zone and my instincts called out that it was parth. My mother answered the door and unaware of what happened he entered the house and instantly in my room closing the door behind.
“go away parth” I said. Sia listen to me, at least try and understand what happened that day, it was a genuine mistake I never wanted to commit. You have to trust me back again just like you did before we will behave like I never mentioned you the same and we could live happily ever after. We don’t have to bring it up and with time we will grow past the same.
Parth! Just be quiet, it will never be the same you need to understand. A flower doesn’t grow back after been broken, the crack doesn’t heal after it shatters and the pain never goes irrespective how much your mind has made up for the same.
It will be better if you just go and never look back.
IT’S OVER PARTH!!
Sia please, just understand it was an honest mistake. What I did two years back still doesn’t makes you less of a culprit SIAAA!!!
Sometimes a statement by a person can hurt so much that the hurt never leaves and this was one of those statements that will remain forever etched in my heart. I had no guts to speak and let Parth go silently because sometimes being silent can say so much about a person and maybe Parth will realize what he said after all.
But what happened 2 years back that brought up a fight between a wholesome and sweet four years relationship? Whose face has been cut away from the half-torn pictures leaving only Sia? Why are they both blaming each other as culprits?
WELL STAY TUNED FOR NEXT PART TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TWO YEARS BACK!