Where Parallels Meet

Chapter 9

(His P.O.V.)

Can't utter words that I stutter unborn,

Can't speak, can't not, can't comprehend.

All day, every day, pining for someone,

Who I (mock myself) call friend.

Before you hate me, let us clear some basic assumptions.

The name is Javed. Javed Yosuf.

Here, I said it.

You see the problem?

Heathens. That's what they call her people here. Associating with her beyond friendship is a religious sin. It's blasphemy. It all burns down to that. And I'd genuinely go against myself before I put myself in the position to go against my God.

So, the girl whom I just let fade into the darkness, was a mischance of the universe.

Yes, a mischance.

I hate the way she is. I hate the way I can't hate her, not now, not ever.

Maybe, maybe, she still has a place secured for me in the personal hell she carries along. And that's what makes her so much harder to hate.

The day our stories intersected, I didn't know she was going to be a chapter big enough to make or mutilate the whole of my book. She is almost fluid, someone who believes so wholly in the ways of the universe, that maybe, the universe has let her in on its secrets.

That way, she's beautiful.

I wish, I didn't have to say that I regret the day I realized she was more than I could spend my days without. I wish I didn't have to say that it was just the same with her, as with me. Just as bad.

I wish I didn't have to say we were perfect. She clicked with me like the missing piece of a jigsaw puzzle. And the first time I looked into those eyes, it felt as if a crisp cool drop of the very first rain had dropped into my own burning darkness.

But somewhere along the walkway of time, I had seen the only imperfection in this perfect fantasy.

It was: a fantasy. 'Just' a fantasy.

We were like parallel lines. At each others' side through the music, almost perfect, but for the distance that separated us.

And this distance, would have been domitable if only it was physical, sadly enough, it was the universe which metaphysically kept us apart.

We were never meant to intersect. Ever.

. . .

The night that altered both of their lives: Sarvana Stores, Terrace.

As I turned from the busy lights of the city, towards her half lit face, her stance was an offering. She offered me herself, to have and to hold.

As much as this was unexpected, it had always been inevitable to me, and as much as it was hurried for her, for me, it was in slow motion. Frame by frame.

I turned away from her, buying time, before the moment when she'd finally look away to never look back at me. Maybe that's around the time when my inevitable visions became too much for my eyes to hold, so they let out the weight of the futile water. Drop by drop.

I cautiously, stepped closer, to see her up close, for the second time this week, and maybe the last time, in my existence.

She was not flushed anymore as she had been a moment ago. She was ashen. Almost, transparent.

It's amazing how the night was a witness to my colossal defeat. Our colossal defeat: her gaze faltered for a moment, as if the breeze was trying to coax the tears out, but her lips were upturned, in a paradox.

She looked up, the rose fell out from the book she was holding, but she didn't notice it, she turned away, and I saw her dark silhouette fade into the darkness. I had not said a word. But when had she ever needed me to?

She must've sensed it before I even tried to verbalize.

And she hadn't said a word either. Her eyes were blank as the darkness, which can be both the destination, and the disaster. She just turned and walked away. Silently. Like water.

Mouth agape, I stared at her. The dark silhouette faded in the evil darkness, and before I knew it, she was no more there. She had left.

With her gone, the terrace seemed absurdly, wastefully, brutally large. I was okay. I was perfectly fine. I was just, alone now. Yeah, except the heart broken flower that she had left behind.

It was pretty dark, and I knew I'd soon leave, but I was okay. It wasn't too bad. Not like I hadn't done it on my own. To not just one, but the both of us.

I was okay. Yeah.

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