I started it and he completed it.

He was shocked with what I said. He looked away and tried to pose unruffled but his meager efforts did no good. I could feel his woe. He hid his face behind his palms. Those brown eyes, peeking out of the gaps of his fingers, were injuring me from the inside. They were averring so much that I could never give. He chafed his cheeks and looked me in the eye. His stare flummoxed me; I didn’t know what to say and how to explain my situation to the smashed soul. I was still under the shades of bewilderment when I saw tears in his eyes.

My heart skipped a beat. I just gaped at his face, which was almost red now and tears were streaming down his cheeks. He bit his lip and lowered his gaze. I was twisting my fingers since I had nothing better to do at that moment. It was one of the times, when we can’t do anything. I couldn’t wipe off his tears and advice him to move on. That’s not me and I was the one responsible for those tears. I had lied to him. I felt sorry but I couldn’t help. I was susceptible. It was not supposed to be that way. I wished he had given me one chance to explain why I was being mean. I wish…

He left the chair rocking. His steps were not as firm and he pulled his hair to reduce the sting in his heart. I just stared at his back with a blank face. Suddenly, my eyes started to blaze, the blood in my veins gushed, I could feel the blood pressure, my heart was pounding in my throat. It was a do or die moment. I had no time left. He was leaving forever. I had to hold on to him but…

It was too late. I wished I had not lied. I wished I had not hidden my feelings. I wished but it was too late.

I opened my eyes…and he was still sitting there….looking me in the face with that charming smile…. “Are you okay?” he said. I nodded and thanked God that it was just an illusion.

This was not how I wanted the story to end. I had been asking a few friends on how I should wrap it up and a very close friend wrote the last extract for me. I just couldn't change it.