The other day I started studying for my exam, law of crimes. And instead of learning a bunch of sections like I hoped to do, I ended up writing a random story. I haven't really decided the title for it or anything. But well, here it goes...
It is never easy. They say it is. But, no. Never. Each time is different, sure. But easy? Never.
Move on. Two words. Easy to utter, difficult to follow. Every time you 'move on', you are leaving a part of yourself behind. And no matter what, you can never go back in time to get that part.
It has been a year.
In other people's eyes, I have done it! I have moved on. I am done being asked whether I am okay or not. So, I have a smile permanently pasted on my face for their sake but inside it is all hollow. I feel empty, numb.
He is gone. He left me and took everything of mine with him. I was so stupid! I ignored all the signs, I ignored everything and everyone for him. People warned me but I didn't listen.
How could I listen to them?
I was living a fantasy. I was on top of the world. I was flying!! They didn't get it. They never had him. They couldn't understand the feeling. I loved him!
I had always been the careful one. I never took risks, always had my guard up. My friend brought him with her on a get together. He was adorable. It was like a breath of fresh air. I had to have him. And I paid a hefty amount to get him. He was totally worth it. Everything seemed to fall into place. I felt so comfortable and safe with him.
And then it happened. I wasn't expecting it. I wasn't ready for it.
Today, exactly a year ago, everything was taken from me. It was evening time. Like always, I took the metro, it was very convenient. From the station I walked towards my home, thinking about him. I reached home and immediately knew something was wrong. The door to my place was ajar. Everything was totally out of place. Finally, I saw him. Everything in me died that very moment. He wasn't moving. The doctors tried everything but I was too late.
That day I lost my sweet little dog, piggy. He was my fifth pet that year.
Sooooooo... That is it! Hope you guys liked it :P
It is never easy. They say it is. But, no. Never. Each time is different, sure. But easy? Never.
Move on. Two words. Easy to utter, difficult to follow. Every time you 'move on', you are leaving a part of yourself behind. And no matter what, you can never go back in time to get that part.
It has been a year.
In other people's eyes, I have done it! I have moved on. I am done being asked whether I am okay or not. So, I have a smile permanently pasted on my face for their sake but inside it is all hollow. I feel empty, numb.
He is gone. He left me and took everything of mine with him. I was so stupid! I ignored all the signs, I ignored everything and everyone for him. People warned me but I didn't listen.
How could I listen to them?
I was living a fantasy. I was on top of the world. I was flying!! They didn't get it. They never had him. They couldn't understand the feeling. I loved him!
I had always been the careful one. I never took risks, always had my guard up. My friend brought him with her on a get together. He was adorable. It was like a breath of fresh air. I had to have him. And I paid a hefty amount to get him. He was totally worth it. Everything seemed to fall into place. I felt so comfortable and safe with him.
And then it happened. I wasn't expecting it. I wasn't ready for it.
Today, exactly a year ago, everything was taken from me. It was evening time. Like always, I took the metro, it was very convenient. From the station I walked towards my home, thinking about him. I reached home and immediately knew something was wrong. The door to my place was ajar. Everything was totally out of place. Finally, I saw him. Everything in me died that very moment. He wasn't moving. The doctors tried everything but I was too late.
That day I lost my sweet little dog, piggy. He was my fifth pet that year.
Sooooooo... That is it! Hope you guys liked it :P
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