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One-shot
Please don't forget me...
A small metal box lay open on his bed. Vikram stared at it. His hand grazed the light, crisp paper. A flurry of emotions filled him, nauseating him. With a heavy heart and smokey eyes, he opened it.
Dear Vikram,
It is unusual, I know, for me to write a letter to you. How much do you miss me? How much do you love me? Certainly a weird question for me to ask, but still...
Do you remember that every single instance when I used to feel low and you would cheer me up with anything and everything you could think of? Your jokes always cracked me up, and they still do. Your smile always brighten up my day.
And the funny instance when you slipped on the pavewalk in the rain, with icecream in your hand. I stilll laugh when I think about it.
You almost cried when I had fractured my arm during our karate practice. Though you look cute when you cry, you must not. Tears don't suit you.
Those sweet memories, of my all my birthdays, your birthdays, all those wonderful gift you brought for me on various occasions ( especially the tear shaped locket you gifted me), of every single day spent with you together, I have treasured them all with this letter. And in my heart.
These words, so difficult they are for me to express, yet, I write. I haven't got the courage to face you Viks.
You know how much I love you. You were my only support, and you still are.
I feel I am at a stage where I am comprehending situations. I am surprised as well as shocked to know some things. Not in entirety but portions of it.
But, I can't take it anymore. It is too much for me to bear.
Today, I realised something. Something very important. Vikram, I was never wanted. Mom thinks my life was a mistake of theirs. You knew about this, didn't you? You never paid any heed to mum and dad's fights. Being a big brother, you always shielded me. Protected me from their clashes, altercations. Dad took care of us, though it always looked like a obligation. But mum, her taunts and words pierce me like a knife. You have already told me to ignore them , but I can't.
You were right about it. Mom never wanted us. Everything she ever does is for money. She never gave us the love a mother should. And more than you, she hates me to the core. She herself told me. How can I live with this bitter truth? All the seventeen years of my life, I could feel the hatred mum had towards me.. Today she confirmed it. 'I should have aborted you!' those were her exact words.
I have decided Vik. I understand I am hurting you. In fact I really don't want you to forgive me. It sounds cliche, I know. You must be wondering what I am talking about. You'll know soon.
I trust you brother. You are the only person who could understand a girl like me. Thank you so much. I'll always be indebted to you.
I may not be able to see you again but you'll be the only person I remember. No one else.
Please don't forget me.
I cry as I write this. I am sorry.
Please take care of yourself.
I will always love you.
Yours forever,
Sara
Yes. He was crying, again. Even after all these years.. He cried. Tears are not supposed to be stopped.
He picked up a photo. A tall, lithe, dark haired, girl clad in denim and t-shirt, stood by his side, hugging him. Their bright smiles made him cry more.
She ended her life.
On this very day, years ago.
His parents died, two days later in a car accident.
Naive..
Women are so naive...
I won't forgive you ever Sara... .
You left me alone. You left your brother alone...
Losing her felt like he himself had died. Everything he ever cared for, vanished in moments. From that instance, he unknowingly developed a facade, a personality starkly different. An even more unreasonable, hot tempered jerk. No one would ever know how he was. Ever.
In his dimly lit room, he sat huddled on the corner of his bed holding Sara's letter. His eyes red and swollen stared at wall with a continuous stream of tears.
He could hear the crackers bursting outside.
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