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Sorta tragic-y, but not really. It's in Harman's point-of-view, first time I'm writing his point of view. So I'm a bit iffy about it, but Bhav said it passed, so I am posting it.
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I'm Still Alive But I'm Barely Breathing,
Just Prayin' To A God That I Don't Believe In.
'Cos I Got Time While She Got Freedom,
'Cos When A Heart Breaks, No, It Don't Break Even.
Harman folded his arms across his chest, contemplating where life had brought him. No, he thought to himself, it was not life that brought him here, but his own decisions. He was here, alone, because of his own mistakes.
Downstairs, he could hear his family joking and laughing, celebrating the good news that had just been shared with them. He could hear their happiness, it reverberated through the house. And he had no right to go downstairs and mope. So he separated himself from his family, not wanting them to see that he was not happy. He was miserable. And he had no one to blame but himself.
He sighed, running his hands through his hair. How could he have not seen the truth that had stared him in the face? How could he have not seen just how Maya was? Instead, he had left his family for her, had married her, brought her home, only to have her attempt to break apart his family in her misplaced love for him. He closed his eyes.
The family had thrown a party to celebrate. Harman had grinned, albeit a little wryly. His father had just needed an excuse to throw a party. His grin slipped off his face slowly as he saw her walk down the stairs with Bhabhi. His heart clenched at the sight. Her face was aglow with happiness, a happiness he knew was only partly attributed to her pregnancy. The other part – there, that was the reason for the happiness on her face. Preet approached them, bowing slightly to Bhabhi in a joking manner, before taking Meher's hand and pulling her away. Her smile had widened (he did not think it was possible).
It could have been him, he could not help but think to himself as he saw Meher throw back her head and laugh at something Preet had said. Preet's arms were wrapped around Meher's waist, resting on her stomach. She had her back pressed against his chest, and they were oblivious to everyone around them as they joked and teased one another. If he had not been such an idiot, if he had not left, it would have been him.
What Am I Supposed To Do When The Best Part Of Me Was Always You?
What Am I Supposed To Say When I'm All Choked Up And You're Okay?
I'm Falling To Pieces, Yeah,
I'm Falling To Pieces.
Harman sat on his bed, unable to sleep. He had not bothered switching the lights on, preferring to sit and muse in the dark. He had not realised it then, but now, as he looked back on things, he knew that he would have been happy with Meher. If he had married her, he would have been so happy. Once upon a time, she had loved him. And he, though he did not know it then, had also given her a piece of his heart. She had been more than just his friend, he had just been too wrapped up in Maya to notice.
His heart had been broken twice, and he did not know how to escape the pain that encompassed him. It was crippling, watching Meher with Preet, knowing that it was his own fault that she had married his brother rather than him. The pain engulfed him, the remorse brought tears to his eyes, and the undeniable truth that it was his own damn fault made him want to wallow in self-pity. Then he gathered himself together. If being in their presence brought him this much pain, they would soon notice, and he would not be able to live with himself if they felt guilty for their happiness. He would leave India, he decided. He had to, for Meher, for Preet and for himself.
As he sat on the plane, gazing unseeingly out the window, he knew he had made the best possible choice. Leaving meant that Meher and Preet would live together happily, no idea of how he felt. He felt lighter as the plane took off.
His heart had taken many beatings over the course of the last two years. He had loved Maya, and had had to leave her behind in India. There, he had made a great friend in Meher, and had gotten 'engaged' to her. She had helped Maya and him. When his heart had been broken, when Maya had left him to die in the cold, she had come, and his heart had healed somewhat. With her by his side, the pain had been less. Then he had left, for Maya. And he had shattered her. Daily, he thanked God that Preet had stepped up to do what he had been unable to. She had healed, and he had thought that he would get his friend back. And he did, only his heart had ached at the sight of her with Preet. He had not understood until Maya had left him, claiming that she had only really married him for the money (which they had considerably less of). He had not hurt so much when she had left, there had just been a twinge. Seeing Meher with Preet hurt more.
It was the announcement of her pregnancy that had done him in. He had stood stunned as everyone had congratulated Preet and her, both beaming joyfully. And he had managed a soft smile, but he had escaped before anyone could say anything more. The sense of loss he had felt then had made him realise that she had long ago stopped being his friend, and had become so much more.
Maybe someday, he would find someone else, someone who would help him move on. Now, he would be happy for Meher, and for Preet. He would not wallow, he would move on, somehow.
Because, really, it was his own fault.
I didn't put all the lyrics, just the first half, mostly. 😃 Please, press the 'like' button or leave a comment!
Love,
Radz
Enjoy!
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I'm Still Alive But I'm Barely Breathing,
Just Prayin' To A God That I Don't Believe In.
'Cos I Got Time While She Got Freedom,
'Cos When A Heart Breaks, No, It Don't Break Even.
Harman folded his arms across his chest, contemplating where life had brought him. No, he thought to himself, it was not life that brought him here, but his own decisions. He was here, alone, because of his own mistakes.
Downstairs, he could hear his family joking and laughing, celebrating the good news that had just been shared with them. He could hear their happiness, it reverberated through the house. And he had no right to go downstairs and mope. So he separated himself from his family, not wanting them to see that he was not happy. He was miserable. And he had no one to blame but himself.
He sighed, running his hands through his hair. How could he have not seen the truth that had stared him in the face? How could he have not seen just how Maya was? Instead, he had left his family for her, had married her, brought her home, only to have her attempt to break apart his family in her misplaced love for him. He closed his eyes.
Her Best Days Will Be Some Of My Worst,
She Finally Met A Man Who Will Put Her First.
When I'm Wide Awake She's No Trouble Sleeping,
'Cos When A Heart Breaks, No, It Don't Break Even.
She Finally Met A Man Who Will Put Her First.
When I'm Wide Awake She's No Trouble Sleeping,
'Cos When A Heart Breaks, No, It Don't Break Even.
The family had thrown a party to celebrate. Harman had grinned, albeit a little wryly. His father had just needed an excuse to throw a party. His grin slipped off his face slowly as he saw her walk down the stairs with Bhabhi. His heart clenched at the sight. Her face was aglow with happiness, a happiness he knew was only partly attributed to her pregnancy. The other part – there, that was the reason for the happiness on her face. Preet approached them, bowing slightly to Bhabhi in a joking manner, before taking Meher's hand and pulling her away. Her smile had widened (he did not think it was possible).
It could have been him, he could not help but think to himself as he saw Meher throw back her head and laugh at something Preet had said. Preet's arms were wrapped around Meher's waist, resting on her stomach. She had her back pressed against his chest, and they were oblivious to everyone around them as they joked and teased one another. If he had not been such an idiot, if he had not left, it would have been him.
What Am I Supposed To Do When The Best Part Of Me Was Always You?
What Am I Supposed To Say When I'm All Choked Up And You're Okay?
I'm Falling To Pieces, Yeah,
I'm Falling To Pieces.
Harman sat on his bed, unable to sleep. He had not bothered switching the lights on, preferring to sit and muse in the dark. He had not realised it then, but now, as he looked back on things, he knew that he would have been happy with Meher. If he had married her, he would have been so happy. Once upon a time, she had loved him. And he, though he did not know it then, had also given her a piece of his heart. She had been more than just his friend, he had just been too wrapped up in Maya to notice.
His heart had been broken twice, and he did not know how to escape the pain that encompassed him. It was crippling, watching Meher with Preet, knowing that it was his own fault that she had married his brother rather than him. The pain engulfed him, the remorse brought tears to his eyes, and the undeniable truth that it was his own damn fault made him want to wallow in self-pity. Then he gathered himself together. If being in their presence brought him this much pain, they would soon notice, and he would not be able to live with himself if they felt guilty for their happiness. He would leave India, he decided. He had to, for Meher, for Preet and for himself.
They Say Bad Things Happen For A Reason,
But No Wise Words Gonna Stop The Bleeding.
'Cos She's Moved On While I'm Still Grieving,
And When A Heart Breaks, No, It Don't Break Even.
But No Wise Words Gonna Stop The Bleeding.
'Cos She's Moved On While I'm Still Grieving,
And When A Heart Breaks, No, It Don't Break Even.
As he sat on the plane, gazing unseeingly out the window, he knew he had made the best possible choice. Leaving meant that Meher and Preet would live together happily, no idea of how he felt. He felt lighter as the plane took off.
His heart had taken many beatings over the course of the last two years. He had loved Maya, and had had to leave her behind in India. There, he had made a great friend in Meher, and had gotten 'engaged' to her. She had helped Maya and him. When his heart had been broken, when Maya had left him to die in the cold, she had come, and his heart had healed somewhat. With her by his side, the pain had been less. Then he had left, for Maya. And he had shattered her. Daily, he thanked God that Preet had stepped up to do what he had been unable to. She had healed, and he had thought that he would get his friend back. And he did, only his heart had ached at the sight of her with Preet. He had not understood until Maya had left him, claiming that she had only really married him for the money (which they had considerably less of). He had not hurt so much when she had left, there had just been a twinge. Seeing Meher with Preet hurt more.
It was the announcement of her pregnancy that had done him in. He had stood stunned as everyone had congratulated Preet and her, both beaming joyfully. And he had managed a soft smile, but he had escaped before anyone could say anything more. The sense of loss he had felt then had made him realise that she had long ago stopped being his friend, and had become so much more.
Maybe someday, he would find someone else, someone who would help him move on. Now, he would be happy for Meher, and for Preet. He would not wallow, he would move on, somehow.
Because, really, it was his own fault.
What Am I Supposed To Do When The Best Part Of Me Was Always You?
What Am I Supposed To Say When I'm All Choked Up And You're Okay?
I'm Falling To Pieces, Yeah,
I'm Falling To Pieces, Yeah,
I'm Falling To Pieces,
(One's Still In Love While The Other One's Leaving)
I'm Falling To Pieces.
('Cos When A Heart Breaks, No, It Don't Break Even)
What Am I Supposed To Say When I'm All Choked Up And You're Okay?
I'm Falling To Pieces, Yeah,
I'm Falling To Pieces, Yeah,
I'm Falling To Pieces,
(One's Still In Love While The Other One's Leaving)
I'm Falling To Pieces.
('Cos When A Heart Breaks, No, It Don't Break Even)
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I didn't put all the lyrics, just the first half, mostly. 😃 Please, press the 'like' button or leave a comment!
Love,
Radz
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