Racing Hearts

In the ~waves~ of change...

How unlucky I am.. I was waiting to hold our little love in my arms which won't happen anymore.. How could someone's life turn out to a tragic one over a single night...The pain was endurable and the truth was piercing like needles, It's me who killed the baby!
And my love she is suffering through all this tormenting pain because of me...
The accident, it happened because of me..
"If I had been careful while riding, this wouldn't have happened.. Oh my God what have I done to them ", I shouted my soul out and weeped aloud holding Neha's hand.

As my mom tried to soothe me. I heard my father's words, " This is why I have been warning you Arjun.. See what your racing has brought to you".He was right..

"I have lost..... lost..lost my life.. I'm a big loser..", I shouted out in the pain, the agony, the guilt and everything.

My mom scolded him that it is not the right place or right time to talk about this and asked him to wait outside. He left the room without saying anything.
Clinging to my mom's shoulders, I weeped grieving for my love.

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Taking a seat near her in the hospital bed , I was silently gazing her features. It's been the sixth day I was waiting for her to wake up. But she stayed still. Her soft fingers failed to move.. Her eyelids failed to flutter.. Her lips failed to mumble any words..she stayed idle..
"Neha... ", I whispered into her ears.There wasn't any response from her. It was yet another day she didn't respond to me. Slightly placing my head across her chest, I felt her heartbeats. Feeling her heartbeats was the only happiness that lasted for me.
Tears dropped down my orbs as I uttered, "I miss you, Wake up soon Neha... ", caressing her face with my fingers I bent forward and kissed her forehead.

That has become my daily routine to converse with her. But the sadness is, she doesn't talk back.

Eighth day, as usual I was gazing her ravishing face that were half hidden under the band aids. Not only that my thoughts were seriously revolving around, how will I face her when she wakes up.. How will I tell her that I killed our baby.. Already the guilt was killing me to death. In the mean time suddenly I saw her eyelids fluttering slowly.

"Oh my God ,she is getting back..", I shouted out for the doctor. After eight whole days she finally opened her eyes.

"Arjun.. ",she mumbled her first words in a feeble tone.

"Are you okay Arjun...our baby..?",her next words came out in a weak voice.

I walked closer to her, and took her hands in mine and kissed them passionately. Though I didn't know what will I answer her, inner-self I was thanking to God for giving my life back to me. Only I knew, how hellish these eight days were..

Neha's pov:

I wish it would have been an worst nightmare, But.. No, it wasn't , the reality was much painful. Our little love was no more alive. My womb that carried our love was empty now.. Everytime my hands reached for my now flattened belly, I would remember the days when we enjoyed the movement of our baby inside the little bump. Everytime I think of it ,my eyes would drip in tears ,silent tears flow down my cheek as I breakdown. My muscles tremble and I collapse right away ,everything darkens and I pass into the oblivion of unconsciousness .

Those were the worst days of my life. My sadness had no boundaries , I wasn't able to take in what was happening in my life. I was wracked to the hospital bed for nearly two months. Thanks to my family who were giving me a lot of physical as well as mental support during this time. Though I got discharged from the hospital, my survival wasn't that easy for the next few months ; my spine injury was not allowing me to stand on my own legs. I needed someone's shoulders to support me. Arjun and his mom were taking good care of me all through this .