Lost... AY oneshot

This is for all of you who had lost someone they had loved..

The door was open.

All I had to do was walk out and never come back again.

Yet, for me, Yuvraj Dev, the journey of two centimeters between the doormat and the door was the longest I had ever encountered. This hadn't been my first try to get out, and neither would it my last. But there was one thing which stopped me every time. There was a picture exactly situated on the right hand side of the wall, and every time I tried to get out, I felt an irrepressible emotion inside me which wanted to take that picture and smash it into pieces.

I have tried to console myself thousands of times, that it was just a picture. That picture was the only reminder; in fact the house was the only reminder that I had of ever being a smiling young Casanova. And then life had come with its gigantic waves, and had smashed me apart and left me in the corner of the shore. I prayed to it, again and again, to take me, but I guess it was the cruelest joke God had ever played on me.

So now I sit here, looking at this picture, and trying to swallow the indefinable emotion which was currently tightening my chest. The only thing visible in the picture were two eyes, boring brown eyes, but if you did look carefully, you would see that the brown was surrounded by flecks of honey and gold. The day I noticed this was the day I fell in love with the eyes. It certainly didn't take me longer to fall in love with the owner of the eyes, but the monstrous waves came and ripped them apart.

She was an incredible woman, which is immensely ironic, considering that I don't even remember her name now. All I remember is that she had streaks of red hair mixed with black, and she had marvelous eyes. I knew exactly what made her angry, and it was a sight to see her riled up. Her eyebrows would soften for exactly half an inch before hardening into a straight line when she was angry. And the faint red blushes on her cheek made me incredibly proud that I had been the one to induce it. Her name was engraved in the photograph; ABR, and now I remember it. It was Anvesha Banerjee Ray.

Anvesha Banerjee Ray came into my life through a small, imperceptible passage and created a turmoil by mixing up the happiest and saddest moments of my life. She would fluff my hair, slap my back, stick out her tongue and tease me, and call me what-not names, but I kept on looking at her like a blooming daffodil, and every time I went one step towards confessing my feelings, life played the cruel joke again. Our relationship was like a vast ocean, so vast that no matter how hard you try, you could never see the other side for your own. The only thing you always knew about the other side was through stories and often-inaccurate descriptions.

She was on the other side of the ocean, and I never managed to afford a boat big enough to cross the ocean and reach her. I had been there when she died, trying to visit as an inconspicuous friend. I had been the one to see her die, and even countless years later, the memory of our last conversation has been etched on to my mind.

"I know you love me," she had whispered, ignoring my look of shock. "Go on with your life," she had said, once again ignoring the unsaid question in my eyes.

"Why?" I had managed to blurt out at last, and her face had taken on a patronizing look, almost as if she were trying to explain the why the apple fell on Newton's head to a five-year old.

"Because, Yuvi," she had whispered, "You have got nothing to lose." She had died the next second, and the dying expression on her face was the calmest I have ever seen

She was right, I had nothing to lose.

It did take a great amount of energy, but I managed to take the two steps outside the boundary of the door. That was when the realization struck me, that she had been wrong; I had been wrong; hell, the whole world had been wrong.

I did have something to lose, and I had just lost it.

When I had come out of the house, I had left my heart behind.

But I with almost a gripping, iron-clad certainty, that I will never return to that house again.

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Shreyasi

I dunno what to say shreyasi... you always...always left me speechless☺️ This one is sooo touchy☺️☺️ The way you describe ashi's character and yuvi's feelings for ashi...it was just way too perfect😳 And again...you left me wondering what happen to ashi😭 and how did she died😭 but the best part was... how you ended it😳 I simply loved that... Aktually there was sumthing to learn from this shot☺️ which i did...after reading it twice☺️😆☺️ I loved the way you kept house and ocean as their journey of life together... Just loved it very much... and frankly, my this reply wont be that long... coz I seriously am speechless but would just say one thing... I loved it very much and seriously learned something for this☺️ Thanks for writing and sharing with us and do write more shots☺️ Loved it! ☺️

Originally posted by: devilangel

So now I sit here, looking at this picture, and trying to swallow the indefinable emotion which was currently tightening my chest. The only thing visible in the picture were two eyes, boring brown eyes, but if you did look carefully, you would see that the brown was surrounded by flecks of honey and gold. The day I noticed this was the day I fell in love with the eyes. It certainly didn't take me longer to fall in love with the owner of the eyes, but the monstrous waves came and ripped them apart.

Originally posted by: devilangel

I knew exactly what made her angry, and it was a sight to see her riled up. Her eyebrows would soften for exactly half an inch before hardening into a straight line when she was angry. And the faint red blushes on her cheek made me incredibly proud that I had been the one to induce it.