The life of a withering flower [COMPLETED ✔️]

LITTLE LETTERS LEFT BEHIND

It was the tenth day after she passed away. The school had held in a reception in her memory, but i didn't have what it takes to face it.

I had completed the book she had given me. Like, I was reading her. But, now I steeled my resolve. I steeled myself, explaining that this was the conclusion of the story. It resulted in me retreating back into my cold shell.

But, before I do that, I needed to say her a goodbye.

So, I go to her house. The well-lit street, now seemed doomed with dark clouds, no matter how much sunshine it received.

I knocked on the door which was opened by her mother.

“You?”, she sounded. Of course, she didn't know me.

“I am Darshan. Her friend”, I replied.

She allowed me in.

I expected to pray for her soul, say a few comforting words and move on.

What I didn't expect was to bump into her sister.

“You? What are you doing here? You didn't even come to her funeral and you came here! How dare you! Just get out”, she bellowed at me.

I didn't mind it.

“I will be on my way. I just came to give it”, I said handing over the letter she had entrusted me with. Her sister however first squinted her eyes at the letter then at me.

“Now that you say that, she had asked me to give this to you”, she said in a softer tone handing a piece of paper to me.

My eyes went wide in awe when I took in the letters.

" Dear Darshan,
Now that you are reading this letter, I must assume that I have died. I don't know what to mention in this letter, but I know words will fall in places eventually. You remember when you asked me what we were? That day, I pondered over it again and again, and you know what answer I got? We are nothing and everything. We are souls that crossed paths. In the process, I found out the reason you never took my name. Because, you already knew that I was going to die... And you didn't want to connect to me after attaching yourself to my name. So, I decided to do the same. I never took your name. The time I spent in the beach and under the snow, I knew they were exactly opposite but enjoyable at the same time. You asked me why I hung out with you. The reply is, you were someone, no one ever was. Under the cold facade, a warm home. I have seen you want to cry, but you stopped them. There were times, I suppressed the urge to hug you and say that 'whenever you are with me, don't look like you are about to cry', but that would make me look even more pathetic.

And, I found out, you are like the moon. You never let anyone down. For your lovers you grow till you are full. For your haters you fade till you are not seen ever. You continue this, at times needed. I had never seen someone like you.

We are born to die. We will die. We will take birth again. But, it's no body's fault for who went away before us. It's not our fault that we couldn't stop them from dying.

That day when we had almost kissed, I had cried, a little though. I had cried because I set you off your act. I always wanted to see you smiling, and so, even if it didn't show on your face, I glanced in you to see the smile.

We will see each other soon, in an alternate world. Because, I am Darshan's Divya. Till then, take care,

Yours,
withering flower”

Had she seen the last message I sent her? In which I called her a withering flower? My heart picked up it's pace. As I gulped down my own saliva, I looked at her mother who was witnessing us at the doorway while silently sobbing. “Can I see her phone?”, I asked and within a minute, I was handed over a black sleek phone.