Short Story: Tomorrow (First Part)
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PART ONE
“If I could remember
anything about that night, I wouldn’t say” – She says.
Today
If it had to end this way, it should’ve never
started. I don’t understand why there’s end to every start? Well, I heard this particular thing – doesn’t
have any ending. But this too is about to end. Well, today I hope – it shouldn’t
have started at first place. I still remember those days when both of us loved
each other so much that even hands never parted whenever we went out for a
walk. Tomorrow – we’re going to drift apart forever. While I accept this truth,
in my mind, I am cursing everything and also wondering – why this had to end?
He promised – it’d never end and I believed him. Well, I promised him too. Did
I keep my promise?
Fumbling
I look around, even a simple yes or no doesn’t come out of my mouth. In
my mind, I have already accepted my mistakes and he has even forgiven me. I
cannot understand. Too much of confusion still exists in my mind, why love is
this way – so complicated. I think of lying down. It’s almost 2 .A.M. I need to
catch a glimpse of his before he goes away from me forever, so I need to sleep
as early as possible. GO – I hate this word so much. Today, he used it so many
times, I tried to stop him, but he did not listen to me and said – his decision
is final and firm and no one can change it. That is when I lost my temper and
said those hateful and never-to-be-spoken words – Get lost
from my life.
Afterwards,
he just moved out of the house and still hasn’t returned. I wonder where he can
be. He must be sleeping in his car. I think I need to check.
Like
you used check – a person in me said, quietly. I know her. It is in me. I
battle with her, try to win arguments over her, and sometimes make sure it
doesn’t disturb me. But it never let me be at peace, always pops out whenever I
talk.
I
don’t check. I don’t want to. Otherwise this habit of mine will never go.
Today
is the last day and from tomorrow, you’ll never get a chance to look at his
car, So, I walk near the window and peep outside. There’s no sign of his
car. I run downstairs and peek through the peephole and then I able to clearly
see that there’s really no car in the porch. Worrying I go upstairs and
lie down. Where he could be? – First question pop in my mind. Before I think of
any answer, I curse myself for not stopping him before he moved out of the
house. I could’ve stopped him, easily. But I stood there, motionlessly in attitude
to satisfy my ego.
No
point in blaming now. Call him. – It says and I do. Sometimes her advices
are good also. But most of the times they suck.
I
call him, hoping that he picks my call on the first ring itself like he used to
do previously, now he hardly cares to answer my calls. I call him again and
keep calling him for more than seven times. It rings and keeps ringing. He does
not answer. I panic.
Wait!
Wait! Wait!
He
used to worry for me when I did not answer his calls. Back then, days were not-so-bad.
Did
you value him back then? – She irritates me.
I
stand in front of the mirror and I am able to see him in it. I rub my eyes to
see if it’s real, I know it’s not. But I see him asking me – why I didn’t
answer his calls? I say – I was busy and I see myself walking away from him
whereas he is standing and calling out my name. Do you think your roles have
changed?
I
close my eyes for a minute and open it. Even my face in the mirror says – YES!
Our roles have changed.
Next
moment, everything seems blurry to me and I fall down. I reach out my hand for
the glass of water and pick it up with my trembling hands and drink it. I feel
better.
Suddenly,
I hear sound of a vehicle approaching our house and excited I get up and
run toward the window.
Your
house, she says. Sadly, it’s true.
And
I look out of the window and see…
TO BE CONTINUED. . .
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