Loving him was rose madder-short story

He was cool, and we were wild and young and free back then, always enjoying each other's company, not giving a damn about how people viewed us with tinted glasses, through all those squabbling and fighting.All these little imperfections filled my life with him, full of him, with sheer bliss and happiness dotting the sidelines till he proposed the idea of the random (as usual) hide-and-seek game. He gave me a week. That week changed my life.

Missing him was also madder rose. An addiction, an illness, a prayer that he would come back.

A short story.