In Pursuit of Love - 1

On and on and on, I'm breathing. Breathing but not living. Day in and day out, I roam in the emptiness that is my conscience. Waiting. Just waiting, for someone to fill it. It took 2 years, 3 months and 17 days for me to find that 'someone'. But hey!, who's counting? When i first saw her i knew. I knew that she was going to be trouble. I tried to distance myself from her because I knew how HOPELESSLY i was gonna fall in love with her.

But that didn't work. Reason? One day we made eye contact. And then... Then she smiled. Oh! That smile. That damned smile. That smile was the reason for my existence. I used to wake up everyday just hoping to see that smile.

I wanted to tell her. Tell her how I feel. But i just couldn't. I knew i couldn't keep her happy. When she was with someone else, I felt horrible. But it was better than her being with me. This way i could watch her smile. Or at least that's what i'd tell my heart on sleepless nights.

This went on for a while. Then finally i decided to tell her. I go to work trying to gather as much confidence as I can. But to my surprise she wasn't there. Nobody knew why though. This was not like her. She did not come for the following week either. I was getting worried. The week was over and i still had no clue about her whereabouts. I went to her house to check.

She lived in a small villa on the outskirts of the city. It took me a while to reach. When i did, i noticed that the door was unlocked. I panicked. I knew this was not a good sign because of all the crime shows that i've watched. I went in. I was greeted with a very foul smell. It seemed to be coming from the last room on the ground floor. I walk towards it. Shaking. I opened the door and the vase next to me fell. I probably knocked it down from shock.

'I QUIT' was written on the back wall with a thick black paint. And in front of that, was her body. Hanging from the ceiling. Lifeless...

END OF PART 1

~A.F~

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