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'Loving like an adult brings responsbilities and pains of an adult and being an adult is no fun.'

~An advice written on an unknown student desk in a classroom of Vidya high school for boys and girls.

Her last exam day was a day filled with happiness for Manya. The joy of finally finishing high school, of having a boyfriend who loved and of a hope of happy starting of adulthood.

Yet everything tunred upside down in following few weeks. Parth vanished. He didn't call nor he picked her phone calls. The messages she sent him on whatsapp were unread. His social media profiles weren't updated. Sick to the stomach with worry, she jogged over to his place without informing her parents where she was going.

She pressed the bell of the big bangalow and the watchman came out. He recognised her. When she asked about Parth, he said that he went back to Austrailia with his father.

Disbelief was her primary emotion. Parth wouldn't leave without telling her. She requested the watchman to let her go inside and he allowed it.

She went to his room. It was same. Except there were no clothes in wardrobe. No shoes in racks. She checked the washroom. His toothbrush was gone too. The one she had gotten for him. It had a small cartoon character on it, one she had personally created. She walked into the bathroom. Her eyes went to the old tooth brush he had left. She picked it, don't know why... maybe to keep as a memory... she didn't know. Wrapped around it was a paper. She stared at the paper and then, unwrapped it from brush and opened it.

'I couldn't say good bye face to face. I had no strength. Stay happy my cartoon. I'll always love you and never forget you.'

She had stood there dazed. There were many things to say. Many things to ask. There were tears which needed to fall at his chest as she hugged him but he was already gone. Without any promise to ever come back.

She put the paper note in her pocket along with his brush and then, she left the room and she returned back to home.

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