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The New Ending

Restlessness swept over the sleep and I could feel my heart​ beat faster. I was lying on the bed with my knees bent up. It was that afternoon when I made him a call—


'Hey'

'Why did you not call me since morning.' I screamed.

'Nothing really. I was little occupied.' he responded in a low tone.

'Okay. You know baby I'm missing you a lot here. Just come to me soon.' I exclaimed.
'Ok. I... Er... You know I got two wedding proposals.'

There was a pause for about two seconds and it seemed a prank to me. I would have chopped his head off his shoulders, had he been kidding but then, he continued.

'Mom rejected one and said the other one to wait.'

'You are going to marry her?' My tone got deeper and the sentence broke into three parts.

'In two years!'

'You are marrying her?' I asked again in a louder voice wondering if his words would change but a yes said it all.

'Ok'

'I just told you what happened. I'm not sure what my mother would choose for me. I would go with her decision.'He said and I sat hopelessly. Nothing to utter.

'I'll call you in a while. Just a little occupied.'

*Disconnected*


Only I knew the while he's talking about is forever.
It was a long distance relationship coming to a hault. He was leaving me like everyone else for no mistake of mine. I was going to be broken again and I was speechless. So silent for the first time in the last 5 months like I never was. It was the silence before the disaster. And all I had in my mind was 'WHY?'
My thoughts were never this messy. Because I now try to run away from things everytime and the real me is habitual of facing them, I'm into this tornado of thoughts. I want to face this but the inner me is too weak to look at that face and say it's ok.
Hands to myself, I wonder how I would make it to my happiness this time. Promises to heart, again broken. It is again broken. No one's fault. I don't know if I've finally given up on love or if it is the heat of his love that's burning the me deep inside!

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