The Last Meeting

The night sky moon gleaming its light, thirsty veins found its shore. There you were standing in a little bit of mist and as I approach towards the cliff you disappeared. Huhhh... Gasping heavily, i found myself in unsettled condition. I wake up wandering, Do everyone feel calm when their day comes to an end, everyone closes their eyes and drift into dreamland. Every night they live a different exciting story, Where they can run, fly, and shoutout high. Well In my case, it appears quite distinct like a puzzle or a maze that cant be solved. But i love to ignore what's real and try to prevail free, to fly high like an eagle or singing without sigh like a nightangle, focusing on what I have to dream. When a relationship is over, and you are aware of the reasons for why it craves to end, does your heart still accept the ending? Sometimes everything seemed to be against you, and you feel like broken from inside. That was the day to make me feel the same. There she was exotic and stunning as always, an off-shoulder top sighting her white skin, ripped jeans clearly defining her slim body structure which was waymore to call her an angel. A shade of red lipstick and broad deep eyes with a dark eyeliner was enough to make anyone fall in love with her. Everytime I see her it made me fall for her love. But today was not that day of cherrisment of her beauty, our romance began with sparks. And over the months, our passion shaped into smoldering love bringing happiness, but now my love was turned to hate, because I let that negative emotion swallow my feelings and pour acid into my soul. So today we were meeting to end this bonding, demoulding the love we made so far. I drove and stopped my bike in front of her, she knew that her portrayal had been strong that evening. For the very first time, stronger than usual and she positioned herself on the back seat, grab my back signaling to move. All the while she was with me, my heart tried to convey me that I was about to do the wrong thing. But demon rules your mind when u r deviated from the right path, then no morality or humanity is left to decide the righteous thing you should do. We reached where it all started, there I proposed her; we first dated, and tons of beautiful memories engulfed us as I stopped my bike. Both of us stayed quiet for a while, until she gave me a piece of paper, but before I dared to open and read it what she wanted to say, I told her what was going in my mind which made her words trembling unable to decide what to say, blood flooded through her eyes and her guts came tumbling out of her mouth. She took her bag, making a noise louder than the usual, picked up her diary from which she tore that piece of paper, and decided to left the place. What else I could do, she cheated on me. I saw her with some other guy, giggling and hugging like she was already taken by him. So I decided to leave her, I said her to leave me alone and ended our relationship, instructing to never see each other again. She was hurted, 'a tightening of her throat and a low intake of whiff forecasting the explosion of emotions which to date,' however, she had managed to keep those emotions buried deep inside her tears falling down through eyes, her steps trembled and the world came to an end. Darely she turned back and stood quiet, looking in my eyes for explanations but I was blank, only sweeping hot tears falling through my eyes, losing my mind by the passage of each second. It was a burden on my heart to leave the love of my life in such a way. As we lock gazes, our empty hearts tried to talk but all goes in vain. Suddenly something in the air shifts. The unsettling sound came of nowhere, she ran towards me, my psyche was lost after what I had done, but I wished I could hug her for the last time. I opened my arms welcoming her. But there was something else she was indicating, a speedy car from the left side was going to hit me. I made my move and jumped apart but she was incapable to act and smashed by a drunken driver in front of my eyes. I sat there screaming, glued to the wheel of my wrecked bike. Screaming at my wheel, at myself, at my decisions... The clock was ticking; time left was limited. Oxygen was slowly being ripped and clutched from lungs leaving wounds of regret on the weak tissues. Every arousing minute was a pain. Every movement carried howling agonies dancing across the vulnerable flesh. My surroundings dimmed and darkened into an unusual sick reality only the broken could see. I was broken. Broken watching her heart squeezed as she fell over. Her ribs deformed like twigs. Her stomach ripped open and all her 'stuff' poured out, I was about to become unconscious and I prefer to be, rather than awake. Because when I was awake I could see the coppery blood pooling in her mouth. I could feel its grazing her teeth and soaking the tongue. I felt the pain of aching and cracks in bones of her. I was shattered, crushed, and started felling into pieces each time I glanced at her squinting whole way to the hospital, laying down on the stretcher in the ambulance, bloodied and unconscious, I thought to myself, "It's all my fault. Why. Why. Why?" "Is this what heartbreak feels like?", I said to myself gazing at the hospital ceiling lights. It's like an empty heart. A dark and deep crevice. A never-ending dark hole that consumes everything, so your feelings, giving up emptiness. Leaving nothing to heal your hollow soul that creeps in the shadows, away from any other human life because it's emptiness is so absorbing it cannot bare to pretend you to be happy. Later that day, I was in my room, I could feel the nerves were stretched of one of my hand and seen a glucose bottle was hanging above tied to the rod attached to the bed. I heard the news from my parents, that the girl was not able to survive. Ripping the injection from nerves, like a mortal who feels no pain, I rushed into her hospital room and collapsed onto knees seeing her lying numb. She was dead. "Why am I still alive? First question hit my mind so overwhelmingly, making my throat choked and each word pitched in intensely high manner than the last in a struggle to squeak out the words that were bottled up inside me. "You were constantly there for me. Always. I urge you please. Come back." Lastly, the tears split over and trickled down my face like a river fleeing from a dam. "I miss you." Sobbing and screaming so that God can hear this, revealing my love for her. I was gone mad. After an hour everyone made me calm, her brother was consoling me. The one whom I misunderstood as her, 'taken boy,' the boy because of whom she was betraying me. Surplus burden of my misunderstanding was rising. I was falling down in my own eyes. Later on I was helped to position myself on the table from the floor. While I stood, a rough crinkling sound came from my pocket. When I dug into my pocket, a paper was found. I recalled the piece of paper that she had given me before the crash. I slowly and carefully unfolded it. Without delaying, quickly grazed what was on it and it left me shocked, letting my heart skipping its beat. One tear, Two tears, Three tears..... And a wail in pain... I'm sorry. I'm so sorryyyy. Blackness filled the edges of my eyesight and the only stuff I could listen to was my own heartbeat. My breath came in ragged. Seconds passed as I lay there, making my body a ghost... Floating in the acid lake... Arousing a taunt in my mind "heaven or hell?" On the piece of paper, it said, "If you ever leave me I'll die. I love you." ................................................................. Today I regret everything I had done. But everyone has to repay their debt of sins in the present life. There are no options just a right thing or an easy thing. Depends on you what you have to choose, I opted path of gutlessness, I didn't fought with her because I was afraid. And it left me with a permanent scare on my soul, letting me jump off the clip every night I sleep. Every night I sleep...