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" />I look up at the sky and a drop falls on my cheek.I sigh thinking about the possibility of another downpour. The rain drop traces the same path, the creator of which are the incessant tears.I smile sadly, the clouds at least understand me and want to share my sorrow.My broken heart aches as his words once again echo inside my head.
"You are not worthy of being loved."
Worthy? Worthy? Worthy? I question the heart again and again.My mind cannot stop cursing him, blaming him and my heart that I had once lost to him cant stop bleeding and it cant even stop loving him.What an irony! and I sigh again. Wasn't I unworthy of him in all these years of togetherness.When did the love string of US in our relationship became YOU and ME? Where did I go wrong?
I shiver slightly, the cold water droplets hit me with the same ferocity as that of his words.
"You are not exactly what I am looking for in my life partner...you aren't the marriage material."
I grab the veranda door for support. I can feel my eyes burning with rage. Wasn't my love and care enough for him?
The rain drops hit me acutely again in a bid to bring me out of the miserable thoughts and console me.I don't question their pure intentions. They have been my sole companion in my moments of despair, my moments of happiness, I don't know since when probably forever.They continue to drench me and win over their futile attempts.I climb the veranda railing and look down with the determination of embracing my fate.I turn around slowly grasping the air for support.I blink twice, the mind refuses to accept that it really is abbu standing right there in front of me and the heart as always feels otherwise.
"Zoe...don't give up just yet."
"I have no option left abbu..."
"Zoe..it will be alright.I am there for you always."
"No abbu...you are not here.I want to be with you...I want to rest in your arms.I am coming to you abbu..."
I silently watch his figure dissipate into thin air.I lift my arms in the air and let my feet slip from the edge.My eyes shut tightly of their own accord as my limp body cuts through the air and I fall into an endless sleep.
oO The End oO
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