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Do I belong to you...


“This is for the third time you have made me cry…” she said. Her eyes shining with the tear in her eyes.

May be fourth he thought. She was holding his hand tight with both her hands. He looked at her how she had walked out of that glass door. Smiling and beautiful as always…

She looked away at the distance and he kept looking at her face… how beautiful she looked even after crying…

“Three times he had made her cry…” the thought kept echoing in his head… but does she remember how many times he had made those lips smile…

He has loved her, always, not for those tiny pleasures neither is he with her out of any leisure… rather he is accumulating every single second with her…

He pulled his hand back, she looked at him and then turned into the opposite direction. “Don’t you want to say anything?” she asked… “Go safe! Bye…” he said and walked away… 

“Dearest love… we might have been a pair of doves… but I had to fly away… it won’t be an easy explanation to me it's neither a satisfaction… but it’s a sort of realization… We can’t keep justifying, all our sins in the name of love… you are the flower of my pot I will never pluck… if it's hard on you… oh dearest… its worst for me… I have loved you three seasons honey, but I can’t have them all…”

He was brought back to reality by the cab driver inquiring him about the destination… “we are going back” he said. The driver looked confuse and irritated…

Upon reaching the place from where he had left… he went to the elevator… which seemed slower than those unusual days he took stairs…

The tables and chairs were all empty. Catching for his breath he checked everywhere but couldn’t found a trace of her… not even in the shadows…

Maybe she has left… for good to her world where she belonged. Where he was the stranger only know to her…

He sat on the same table where they had meet for the first time… he took out his phone… but there was not even a stupid notification on his lockscreen…

He thought of calling her… then thought to leave a text message… but kept his phone on the table… took a cigarette from the pack and put it between his lips…

“I thought you promised you will quit smoking…” he looked back saw her standing with her arms folded…

    

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