hitting bottom

and there she was, standing beyond his reach. she looked back at him and was ready to go on. the glint in her eyes spoke volumes of the hurt she would later face. but she wanted to go on away from him, not by choice. move on for now she could no longer look into his eyes. was it so difficult for him to love her after the nights and days they spent together ? the moonlit streets with lights hanging around did not dispel the darkness that was entering between them. he paused for a bit, breathing heavily. he felt the pang of emptiness. at the same time he knew he did not care.

he was stone-faced. looking straight ahead, almost as if he was looking right through her. he was probably looking at her-soon-to-disappear figure as she walked out of that place. it was a crushing finality. he did not understand when he began to be like this. when did he become the person that could so easily give up someone so important. the person who didnt care enough. it really shouldnt happen with the person you claim you dearly love. the vaccum was filling up his body. and haunted he will be that he was certain about. by not walking along with her his mind will be haunted.

breaking the silence she remarked how was that he was so quiet today. normally the one with a lot of words, even charming her world with his words being silent is not a virture. especially given that everything was at stake today. with half a smile he could only mumble some words, barely a sentence. in the quiet streets that seemed like an echo in her ears of what she did not want to hear. the cold breeze enveloped the streets into a chilling reality. so then i will leave, she said and .... he looked at his shoes. it was a sign to her not make it more difficult than it already was. he turned around and walked home. he slowly looked up and the vaccum took over his entire body.