A Final Goodbye

She asked him if he needed something for the journey. He shook his head in a no. It was hard to believe that it was already time to leave. How had the 48 hours passed by. It was a difficult moment, a very intense one indeed. 

Only two days ago, his life was a blissful garland of beautiful looking orchids and now, it was all dust. It started with his phone beeping at 2 in the morning. it was a text from her, saying it was over. He couldn’t understand what was happening. He called her, no response. Left a ton of messages, no response. What had gone through in a day. She was doing fine, as far as he knew. But He knew very less, He hadn’t called her in days, mostly because of work, or maybe more. He knew this day would eventually come, but, was not quite so prepared for the gutting it got along with it. He decided to drive to her place. 3 hours from where he lived. 160 Kilometers. He drove all night. 

He was not puzzled, not much anyway. He knew why was she doing this. He knew he hadn’t been fair. What is fair though, at the end of the day. He knew he couldn’t stop her now, because he hadn’t done anything to build his case. In a way, he was happy, she took that decision. He was happy she had decided what she had. He was happy she wouldn’t be miserable anymore. She wouldn’t yearn for him day after day and then sleep disappointed. If you look at it now, it was not so much of a garland. It was a wreath he was wearing. What did he do other than work, or watch football, and tweet about it. He was doing fine for himself though, fairly handsome. But That’s all he was doing…doing fine, and not living fine. And, now, the one woman who had so graciously accepted him in her world, welcomed him to stay and love, was driven away. And who was to blame… But, if knew everything, why was he driving 160 kilometers in the oddest hour of the night. 

He reached there at 6 in the morning, rung the doorbell after a considerable consideration. He had to ring it thrice, before he heard movement inside. The moment he heard her footsteps, all the desperation had gone and it was replaced now by an unspoken fear, an undefined doubt. He wanted to run and hide. Too late, she opened the door. 

There she was, all glorious even in the middle of the night, just out of bed. Wearing a T-Shirt and a Pyjama. Her confused intelligent eyes, the flawless shining skin. The curves hid by the loose T shirt, yet failing miserably. It was still there. Her charm, her beauty, That kindness in her voice, the gentle air she breathed.  It was all there.

She asked him to come in. She was bewildered at his presence, a thousand questions in a minute were bombarded on him. He didn’t even make an attempt to answer any. She was quiet now, he gently frisked her in his arms and kissed her. She let him. 

Moments later they made love…they were wild and passionate and anybody who would have even a peek at them, would say for sure, just how much the two of them were in love with each other. He claimed her, didn’t allow any thought to creep in her head. Moment after moment, he devoured her, like a dying man holding on to the last bits of oxygen. She was surprised at the intensity, much as she tried, she couldn’t help feeling all those feelings again. But she pleaded with herself to not go soft this time. Alas, who was listening. 

Two days, he stayed over at her place, they made love, she cooked, they made love again, they showered together, made love again. Eventually, the moment came when he had to go back to work. 

He woke up that morning feeling heavy in the pit. He knew what she was about to say. He didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t want any of it. He just wanted the last two days to play in his head over and over again. She was sleeping beside him. Silently breathing the air he breathed. He looked at her, How he could get used to this. How wonderful would it be to wake up next to this woman he so dearly loved. 

She fluttered her eyes open. 

“Hey”, She whispered.

“Hey”, He replied. “I have to go to work”

“Hmm, okay”, She closed her eyes.

He got up from the bed, and went to the bathroom. When he came back, she was sitting cross legged on the bed. They both looked at each other. Gazes locked. 

She got up from the bed and wrapped her arms around his, and kissed him gently on his lips. He dreaded this moment.

“Do you want me to stay, I will..you just have to say the words”, She whispered in his ears.

He kissed her back, intently, deeply. and whispered back,”No”.

He pulled from the driveway, and began driving towards his house. Leaving behind in his rear-view mirror a grief stricken, broken image of a woman, who, any minute now, would burst into tears.