'Coz He Left... I Didn't...!
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| 'coz every ending has a beginning. This novel has a sequel.... |
Suddenly I realised it's been over an hour. I kept standing naked, blank, after turning off the shower. The water droplets kept making trails all along my bare skin from the dripping hair to my feet. When everyone in this mighty world, was fast asleep, there was one shattered soul wide awake. I kept sitting at the corner of the dark moist foggy washroom, smelling of despair, regret and helplessness emanating from my body. It was cold inside. I felt the need of warmth. At least a source of material warmth.
Drying off the residual water I huddled up on my chair and fired up Facebook on my laptop. The search bar had his name on top. Throughout the day I had spent going through his pictures just to feel his presence around.
I couldn't get over his voice. His aroma was still fresh all over my body. The marks he had left last night were still red and new. I could still feel him all over. The wetness of his lips, the sweat trailing down his back, the feel of his tousled hair in my hands, the feel of his beard all over my face, I could still feel all of it.
I knew I had lost the battle. It was high time to search for a coping mechanism. I knew I could do it, though my heart had given up completely.
The clock ticked to half past three in the morning. My eyes were burning with the combination of sleep and tears, my mind was wary of the incessant torture it went through since last mid-night. It could not get over those words flowing from such an intoxicating voice, "Let's not talk anymore for the next three months!"
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