My Quest For Light #YourStoryIndia

He had never really believed in the phrase 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.' Who is to decide what the word 'kill' actually means? Is it the simply the end of a physical being? Or does it include the death of a soul too? If such were the case, then he too had died that day. According to the medical reports, he was termed as 'lucky.' He couldn't think of a more ironic term to describe his current state. He had lost the single purpose of his existence. Lucky would have been if his heart had stopped beating along with hers. Lucky would have been if they were together right now...in whatever after-life hell or heaven there was.

He stared at the pale, motionless beauty in front of him. She was the lucky one to him. They had labelled her as 'dead' a tag which he deserved as much, if not more than her. After all, she wasn't the one who had to spend eternity alone. She was dead but he had to deal the with the only thing worse than death.

Watching someone you love die. His eyes shifted from her face to the glass coffin where he caught his own reflection. Her eyes were closed but his eyes were lifeless too. She was the one in white but he was the one who felt as blank as a canvas. She maybe the one with ghastly scars on the body but he was the one with the scarred soul. But the trouble with medical science is that they often consider the soul to be insignificant. Mental damage does not matter as long as the heart is beating. His was. As far as they were concerned, he was alive. As far as he was concerned, he was no longer living.

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