"Let us get separated, then...", Alberto said, shifting his eyes, away from her, towards the road.
Like a blow, it hit Sheena's head as if someone had slapped her hard on her face. She lost her balance for a moment.
Sometimes we never realise that the time that we call, last day, last moment or last glance, can actually arrive in our lives.
She didnt realise but silently her hand wiped the tear flowing out of her kohl-outlined eyes, stood up, and picked her bag to leave. A part in her heart wanted him to turn back, stop her and apologise...if not apologise, at least stop her...and say, ok, let us start afresh.
But this part of the heart is always the weakest. It supports us to ignore the reality for some more time and stay in oblivion.
She kept praying that it was a dream. She could feel a big machine was thumping profusely inside her breast, shaking her whole body.
A white sound of crashing was all she could hear. She couldn't feel if she was sitting or standing. She even lost count if she was there at all, and what was that around her. Her legs could no longer bear her weight, her body was getting heavy.
Her ears, eyes and nose as if submerged into one big black hole, the gravity of which, she was getting engulfed into.
A gust of pain attacked her spine from below and a pressure of emotion was struck inside her throat. She wanted to speak but she couldnt even breathe.
Alberto got up and left. She closely watched his steps.. moving away from her. As he was walking away, he was becoming fainter. Why could she still see him even when he had left.
We always plan for love filled moments, holidays, evenings, celebrations. But never...if we were to be left alone.
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