Can't I Touch Your Heart?

Chapter 75 Falsely True

Then again, I got "Le photographic memory" too.

But you know what, no matter how "gifted" you are-In the end, you just have to come back where your heart belongs, because home is where the heart is and my home is in you, so I returned back here, to my real home, to India."

A teardrop almost fell from her eyes.

"Looking back at our lives, the unbelievable thing is that despite all the times when things felt so wrong, we still managed to meet at the perfect moment-almost as if by some plan which we were unaware of.

You were my first love and I don't regret anything at all. I just believe I was naive for thinking that you and I would have made it. I wanted you to be the one for me but I know I'm not the one for me. 

So, no matter how hard we tried, it would have never worked out between us. The thought of you with someone else makes me sick to my bowels! Oh! I forgot I don't have a bowel, haha...

When I first met you, I wanted you to be mine only. I told myself that I would never lose you and I lost you. Sometimes I don't think of you and the other times you cross my mind like waves. I can't help but wonder if you're alright if you're thinking about me too as you watch this.

I'll never forget the morning when you and I were walking down that flower way in the hospital's garden and you started crying when we talked about me. I felt so pathetic,"

'Yeah, I remember that too' Rhea thought as she paused at the video 'I was so scared of losing you, tears began to flow from my eyes. You told me that no matter what, you'll always be there.

I am sitting on my bed right now, and you're not here. It's funny how we humans make such risky promises that will eventually be broken. We don't know what will happen. We just go on day by day in hopes that life works in our favour somehow.'

He took a deep breath and looked straight into the camera,

"I'm sorry I left when you needed me the most. You're the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me. You got roses to my barren land and I left them there with you to die. Now, all I can do is look down on myself. And I hate what I see. You still have me and I hate it. I don't hate you but I hate how you still make me feel. I hate how I still cannot unlove you. And I hate how you hold my heart while I...

I can't even touch it,
I can't touch your heart."

. . .

It was a summer morning. Like always, people were shouting and running for their school. As the sunlight penetrated through the room's window, it lit up all the books kept inside the room on the shelves and the table. But Rhea wasn't there. She was paddling down the streets, with canvas boards on her backseat, they were lighter than his body. She looked around and suddenly caught sight of a roadside stand. They were selling old, paperback editions of books in fifty. Rhea decided to check them out and buy some first Ember. In the bundle of books, she found a book on gardening.

She read the title and knew she had to buy it. It read, 'How you grow your sweet autumn clematis,'

The white flower pot now had small saplings growing from it, but then what followed it was vigorous growth. Growing and spreading, Rhea looked into the book,

"Sweet autumn clematis is a weed that can grow in every season but blooms only in spring. It smells like wet almonds. The most unique property about this weed is that it can sprout again after ten years of disappearing. Yet, care must be taken while handling this weed for Clematis is highly poisonous,"

Loraine paddled her bicycle while she sat behind him, looking at his blonde hair and pink skin. They reached the graveyard and walked to Ember's grave. The tablet was of a soothing lilac colour. It was surrounded by dried flowers. She pressed a bouquet of Autumn Clematis flowers on his grave. Rhea pressed her hands over the cold grave.

"It's really weird," She said, "We have a hundred, thousand memories together. But all I can remember is the day you left."
Then, she smiled as the Gulmohar flowers fell over her brown hair, "But in the end, we all become stories,

Not all stories have another chapter,"

 "I really want to live, Rhea,"

The End