Chocoholic Chronicles

our story

twenty nine: our story

"let's not get all macho. how's your arm?" angad put on his helmet.

"better. you look tired."

i climbed on his royal enfield and we left the university gates.

"long day."

"i figured."

"do you mind if we stop by to grab something to eat."

"no problem."

we stopped at a near by café. i ordered a chocolate milkshake and angad ordered a parota. we ate in silence until he decided to speak.

"what are you thinking?"

"nothing. i just realized this is your final year at st.marks."

"so it seems." he chuckled.

"has it really been three years?"

"you're reminiscing. what's wrong?"

"we are spending a lot of time together."

"that's worrying you?" his brows furrowed.

"yes. it's not good for us."

"why'd you say that?"

"you know why."

"don't let your past influence your present."

"those things don't shut me up anymore."

"what does?"

"that's not the point, angad."

"if you're afraid that we might fall in love all over again, then just let it go. it's the least of your worries."

"that's nice to hear."

our way back home was pure silence and i wondered if this is how our journey was meant to be. we're not lovers, we're not friends, we're not strangers. we're just two people who shared memories and a piece of eachother. our story didn't last till the end. maybe, ripping it to shreds is our only option.

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