Hello people!
Remember me?!?!.. Sorry i havent been able to come online very much, but it's my last year of school, and with coursework and everything else this week has been really hectic. You know the deal... school problems never stops. First of all, i would like to thank all of you for the appreciation for my fic about Armaan trying to prove himelf straight. But, unfortunately I might not conitnue it because of lack of reviews, and also because i got a message stating that the plotline has been offensive. I apologise for the offence and the inconvenience, and please dont hesitate to let me know if something offends you😳...
Anyhow, I've written bunch of one-shots till now, which I might occasionally post here. Most of my one-shots are a mixture of sad and happy, and often sad, but i hope you like it! Well, actually i haven't mentioned any names in this oneshot, so you can imagine it to be of any couple you like!
"So no second chances?"
"Nope."
"This is it?"
"Yes."
"But don't you think—"
"Look," he finally snapped, "I said it's final and there it is. There are no second chances. We said we will give our relationship five months, and at the end of it, look at this. Do you see any improvement, because I surely don't." He took a deep breath, "Look, I don't want it to be like this. We can be friends, and all those other clichs."
"But I love you," she ventured out the last argument she had, and he shook his head morosely, "I love you too, but this is not going to work out. We cannot make this work out."
"Why," she came dangerously close to him and looked up threateningly, "I don't see the problem. I love you, you love me, where is the damn problem in here?" He met her raging eyes calmly, but looking at the swirling emotions behind them, he could reply.
"Why can't this work out?" She continued helplessly, her angry voice taking on a pleading note to avoid their parting, "Yes, I admit we have different backgrounds and careers, but we can still make time for each other. We will just cover our schedule like that, and hang out together in the weekends. And then we can—"
"Yo're ranting, woman." He finally couldn't take it anymore. Why was she making it so difficult for him? He wondered for a moment if he was indeed making the right choice by giving up their relationship, by giving up the one relationship he had had which he hadn't managed to destroy in two seconds. He closed his eyes for a second, and in the back of his mind could see everything he'd ever pictured. Getting married to her, having two kids and a house in the country, a brown hairy dog and a green porch with a rocking chair on it... he could see himself doing all those. The only problem was, he couldn't see himself getting up tomorrow and facing that girl. He forced himself to look back at her again, "You know what, there is no use crying over what's happened. There is going to be no second chance. We've been together for what, five years? And this has never worked out for us. Maybe we're not meant to be together. Maybe we're destined to be with other people. Or maybe it's the fact that I find you so damn annoying when I come back from late-night shifts that I can't give any energy into this relationship. Bottom line, there is no us."
She stared at him wide-eyed, that only time he had ever used such language was when they had first started fighting. "But I love you!" she retorted, "Doesn't that mean anything?"
"Of course it does," he screamed back, "I told you I love. I told you I've loved you for so long that it is incredibly pathetic. But this will not work out." He took another deep breath and spoke in a calmer tone, "Listen, in reality there is no bed of roses called love. All we have common between us is the fact that we love each other, but what else do we have? We don't trust each other even to buy food, we don't help each other out even with the laundry, we don't have enough time for each other to sit down and eat a proper meal, we have so many appointments that we talk through text messages, which only says I love you. I mean, I know this is going to hurt, believe me I'm not exactly fine and dandy with us parting. But you know the only reason why we were together for so long? It's because we're so incredibly alike: we are risktakers. I always felt that if I didn't have a relationship with you, I am going to wonder for the rest of my life how it would've been. But you something? I'm glad I took that risk, I'm glad I met you, I'm glad that I got to relate five years of my life with you, and I'm glad that you will make some man who loves text messaging you at work extremely happy."
She smiled a little, and looked down at her packed boxes. "I'll miss you," she said softly, "even though we didn't see each other much, I'm going to miss having your presence around."
He smiled softly as well, "Yeah. I'll miss you too." He looked around at the mostly empty living room and looked back at her, "Hey, after you've moved in, what d'you say we get a cup of coffee tomorrow evening after work?"
She raised her eyebrows, "But what if I'm not able to make it?"
He shrugged nonchalantly, "I'm your friend now. Friends don't mind being stood up once in a while." She looked at him for a second longer, and thought she detected a trace of sadness in them, but they were gone as soon as they came. She picked up her hand-bag from the couch and made it towards the door, fighting hard to keep even a partially cheerful smile on her face. She almost made it out of his apartment when he called her back.
"Hey!" he shouted through the hall to her, "You know what I'm going to regret most about us breaking up? It's the fact that on the day you get married, I'll still be thinking that it should've been me."
She smiled at him and took his hand softly into hers and squeezed it. "Yeah," she said plainly, "It should've been you."
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