The Diamond Ring

I thought he was dead, but at that moment, he was right, right in front of me on the street, smiling at me. I couldn’t believe my eyes, the smile was exactly same as charming as two days ago it was, when I last saw him. But it was impossible, I thought I was dreaming because I saw with my own eyes that he fell on the waterfall for saving me and there was no way that he could survive. From that day I couldn’t able to control the intense pain that was tearing every cell of my
heart. My heart was sick, for the only love of my life, Xander. I couldn’t even get the chance to confess my love for him. The pain was so sharp it sent me into delirium. When would it end? I just wanted it to be over. For the last two days, I cried all my tears out. But yet when I saw him standing exactly in front of my balcony at the midnight, my eyes flooded with tears, I mumbled, “No no no, it is just a dream, like the last two nights. I will not open my eyes today. I don’t want to lose you again. Please don’t leave me like this.” He was the most handsome senior of St. Paul College. Every girl of the college was mad for him. His extremely handsome face with his usual devilish smirk dragged me to the reality from my reminiscence. He started walking towards me and soon I felt the presence of his tall muscular silhouette exactly next to me. Closing my eyes tightly, I again mumbled, “This dream feels so fucking real. Is he really here?” I pinched my hand, instantly I felt the sharp pain. I turned around to face him. He took few more steps for reducing the distance between us and finally whispered in his magnetic voice, “Rosy! Are you not happy, seeing me?” I mumbled, “Are you real? But how? I mean-” Though my name is Rosalind but Xander used to call me Rosy. I couldn’t control my emotion any more. I immediately ran towards him without completing the sentence and raised my hand to touch his cheek. I instantly felt the fair skin of his jaw, it was smooth and flawless. He was still smiling at me noticing my shocking reaction. Staring at me with his deep blue eyes, he whispered, “You can touch me as much as you want, I will not vanish, Silly girl. My luck was really good, so I survived in a miraculous way, that day.” After a little sigh, he continued, “I thought I will never see you again. So after reaching the city, I have ran to you.” I thought, “it can’t be a dream. He is real. He is alive and he is exactly in front of me.” I sighed in relief.

My eyes swam with tears of happiness and relaxation, so I immediately looked away to weep the running tears from my check. He grabbed my wrist and whispered in his low husky tone, “Silly girl! Why you are crying like this? I am here now with you, now please stop crying. I cannot see you like this, Rosy.” I couldn’t reply as my voice was blocked by the tears, I continued sobbing covering my face with one hand. He slowly turned around to face me, his hand still firmly around my wrist. He gently pulled me closer to him and wrapping his strong arms around my waist, he rested his chin on my head. His familiar manly scent wafted into my nostrils, I instantly buried my face into his broad chest and continued sobbing. While gently caressing the back of my head, he whispered, “Shh! don’t cry, love. It’s alright.”

His gentle touch was the only medicine in the world to reduce my heartache. Soon, I started feeling light-headed. I looked at his face and mumbled in my brittle tone, “I am sorry. You faced such a fatal fate only to save my life. I am really sorry. I had died in guilt and regret if anything would have happened to you.” He chuckled and whispered, tightening his arms around me, “Silly girl, How can I leave you like this? I have so many things to tell you still now. Do you want to go for a walk with me?” “Of course, from now I am ready to go anywhere with you” holding his hand firmly, I replied. He led me towards the empty road. It was almost midnight. There was no one at the road except us. Even there was no sign of any stray animals at that cold night of January. A cold breeze was blowing, hitting my red swollen face again and again. Our footsteps and our whisperings were the only sounds that was disturbing the mysterious silence of the night.