May I come in? She asked.. hesitation written all over her pretty, yet troubled face.. come in.. he said moving away from the door and letting her step in..She looked around the pristinely organized room..Not a book or couch cushion out of place..Not a speck of dust to be found on the window sill or furniture..I hope I don’t make anything dirty, she thought before tucking an imaginary strand of hair behind her ear..A definite sign of nervousness.. Sleepless nights has taken a toll on her already frail body..Dont faint..dont cry she kept repeating to herself..Do I dare look him in the eye? Sooner or later I should.. So she wills herself to meet his eyes..
His clear steel gray eyes are staring right into her soul. Stormy is the word that comes to mind..The look in them is distracted..His eyes are a little red around the corners..Was his nights sleepless too? she wonders..Does he already know?? Why is this happening, why cant things go back to the way they were?Why me? The same unanswered questions keeps playing in her mind over and over again like a mantra..He guides her to a seat..Hugging herself she sits down, wondering if it was the chill in the air or was it his gaze that was making her shiver..What I wouldn’t give for a Teddy Bear to hug rite now, she thinks..
Have you made your decision? His voice though soft, sounded like a loud gong breaking the tranquil silence..She shivers violently and her response is a reflex. Yes I have..she squeaks..Oh God..she dint want to say that until she explained her decision.. why does he look so intimidating today?? Hours and hours of practicing the well prepared monologue in front of the mirror was all for nothing..
So what is it going to be? He whispers..The voice is hypnotizing..So tender and soothing..Yet haunting and hurting.. She barely manages to sit still and controls the urge to bawl like a baby or run..She takes a deep breath and forces herself to look into those dangerously deep gray eyes..I need to explain a few things before I tell you my decision, she says hoping very badly that her voice is not trembling..I am listening, he says.. Taking a few more deep breaths, controlling the tears that are threatening to flow and clenching her fist tightly, she begins..
I thought about your proposal yesterday and..and..as much as I want to be with u..oh god..this is hard…she chokes up, and tries to swallow her raising panic.. If only the dreadful phone call never happened 2 days back.. If only.. But it did and he had to know..
Drink this, he says giving her a glass of cold water..Clutching the glass really hard, and reminding herself not to break it, she takes a sip of the ice cold water..A couple of sips later and regaining a little more composure, she sets the glass carefully on the table…
She continues..As much as I want too..i cannot..u need to understand..How I wish it wasn’t so..but I just cannot..she blurts out..The tears stinging the corner of her lovely eyes are shining like gems..A single tear rolls down her flawless cheek..He is mesmerized by the sight..It is hard to take his eyes of her face..A muffled sob, pulls him back to reality..
The single tear no longer being single is joined by more tear drops..She blows her reddened nose on a dainty kerchief and wiping her tear stained face, she says.. I cannot accept marriage..i just cannot .. she stops, trying to catch her breath..‘Ok.. if that is your decision.. But why?’ He questions, his face void of all expressions and his voice cold as ice.. because..because..she stammers.. and that is when her brave front and pretty face withers, like a flower wilting on a hot sunny day..The soft controlled sobs turn into full fledged wails..She covers her face and stumbles out of the chair into the corridor and out of the building..All along weeping bitter tears and never looking back..
All emotions and feelings stripped away from him, expressionless he reaches out to pick up the glass of water, left on the table..The glass was out of place..it dint belong on the table and so did the lacy kerchief that she left behind..Picking up the kerchief a wrinkled piece of paper falls to the floor..The flowery scent of her favorite pen and the delicate handwriting brings back memories..With trembling hands he opens the crumpled note..
His clear steely gray eyes, turns misty and he drops down to the floor with the note in his hand..Flooded with emotions and feelings, his heart wrenching sobs of sorrow and lose are unleashed..He did not have to read everything she wrote for all her reasoning, grief and pain were justified in the very first sentence..
Her note read..
I can never share life with you, My Love.. for i am already sharing it with an unwelcome companion..Hades...
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