The times I assure him that we are inseparable.
The dream we saw together of being together.
Won't this make me a liar?
How will I face him.
What am I supposed to say?
I wanted to be the reason of his smile, but I would be the cause of his tears.
How will anyone believe in love again.
I can't break his heart.
I can't.
I can't.
I can't.
If I choose him, to keep that smile on his face, I would be a bad daughter.
My parents wouldn't be able to meet anyone's eyes.
My dad wouldn't be able to walk with pride as there would be whispers of him being the father of a girl who ran away.
My mom wouldn't be sitting at my neighbours' house laughing and talking, instead she would be laughed on.
People would give my references to keep their daughter's in line.
They will think of me as the ruin of this generation.
My parents would never be able to live the normal life.
The voices of the people who don't even matter would haunt them.
They will never be able to sleep peach .
Their head will always be down.
Because of me.
A daughter wasn't grateful.
The whisper will follow them.
Everywhere.
It would torture them.
To that extent, that they maybe do something.
Something.
I would never be able to forgive myself.
Bholenath will never forgive.
I can't be the reason of the death of my parents.
Them who gave me life.
I can't take their away.
I can't.
I can't.
I can't.
