Memories #JaaneDeMujhe

Memories

A year. An entire year. And he was still there, where she had left him that day—leaning against the foot of his bed, shrouded in darkness.

The moonlight seeping through the window did little to soothe the burning black around him. Only she—his sunshine—could dim this darkness.

Empty, even full, beer bottles surrounded him as he sat holding a frame in his hands. It was the photoframe with her favourite photo. She had loved this picture because he was grinning at the camera while she kissed his cheek.

"I love this one. You look like you are on top of the world and it makes me happy to see you smile like that. This will be my favourite."

She had always wanted him to be happy. Then why did she leave him? Didn't she know that she was his happiness, his life? Was there something he hadn't done to prove it? To show his love?

He ran his hands in his hair, pulling at it because he had no answer to those questions.

But he needed answers. Answers only she could give him.

Full of fury and frustration, he threw the frame away, making it smash against the wall. The sound of shattering glass silencing his internal screams. But his heart was still as unrepairable as those pieces of broken glass, now in front of him.

He felt she had given up on them too early. She had lost belief in the power of their love. She didn't think they could have fought it. Fought the clawing beast called cancer.

"I am leaving. For good. You wouldn't have to deal with me, my problems, and you'll get to find someone who makes you happy," she had said, her hazel eyes glazed as they stared into his intently. "Happy for eternity because I can't give you a forever anymore."

He wanted to forget. Forget her beautiful face with sparkling eyes, her melodic laughter and sweet smile. Forget every word she had ever sung to him. Forget everything about her.

"Let me go!" He screamed angrily, punching the adjacent wall. He didn't want the memory of her plaguing his mind. Her kisses, her whispers of love, they became a cancer for him now. Spreading in, creating a never-ending void in his heart.

It was too much.

He sat in silence, trying to stop his thoughts, mute his screams and sew his heart back.

The clock struck midnight.

He closed his eyes when a treacherous lone tear left his eye. Whispering a few words into the deafening silence, he took a swig from the beer bottle, becoming dead to the world.

"Happy birthday, baby."

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