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If shravan felt his guilt earlier he felt the full force of his actions now. It was numbing pain. It ran through his entire being. With every step Sumo took away from his, he felt himself die a bit more. It Was as though someone took his soul and little by little crushed it. Pushkar stood rooted in his place. He couldn't comprehend what just happened. He knew this, his brother looked like his life had been taken out of him.
Shravan crashed on the floor the moment Sumo left his peripheral vision. Blood oozed from his newly wounded knees. He count feel it. He saw blood spurt out but he felt nothing. The pain was now an agonising burn. He had lost it all. He himself was the master of his destruction. And Sumo's too. She held this friendship dear. It was pure. He tainted it. It was over. All over. Those were his last rational thoughts before he slumped onto the floor.
Pushkar rushed to him, tried bringing his brother back to consciousness but you no avail. He rushed Shravan to the nearest hospital. An hour later the doctor informed them that Shravan had suffered a few grave injuries, and lost quite a bit of blood but that wasn't why he was unconscious, he had suffered a major nervous breakdown. Rest and family support would see him through in no time the doctor affirmed. Pushkar however knew that the only person that could heal him was Sumo. He rang her up with the development. She hung up without a word.
Later that night, Shravan gained consciousness and found pushkar sleeping on a chair next to his bed. So he was in a hospital. To Shravan it seemed like he deserved to die but was alive, his torment was to last longer than he thought. Then he thought, he was still being selfish. Still just thinking of himself, when he should have been thinking about sumo. She should never forgive him, true but nor should she hold herself anywhere responsible for any of this. He had hurt her, and no matter what he would do anything in his power to lessen her pain. He had barely taken resolve when the reason for his life walked in.
He was to say something, but he couldn't. She wanted to say something but she couldn't. But then words were never needed between them. She sat by him on the bed. Held his hand reassuringly. He bent down his head in shame. And just like that, He begged for forgiveness and she forgave him, without so much as a syllable being said.
Was it their friendship? Was it their love? What is it.
Then it struck them, there was no need to name what they had. They had something that made life worthwhile. They shared something that made it impossible for them to not forgive each other. Cause truth being told, when one hurt, the other hurt more. And one doesn't hurt oneself so. They may be two individuals to the world, but in their world they were one.
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This is all I could manage at this point 😆
Edited by orion23 - 9 years ago
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