365 DAYS 365 TALES

The Loss

It was a summer evening when she walked down the dirt road that connected my house to the rest of the town. I waited in the porch, sipping my cold coffee, suppressing the urge to drink it in rave, as I watched her walk, stomping on the gravels, concern edged in her pale features.

What's wrong? It must be that douchebag! I told myself. He had been acting crazy lately that she felt remorse on her choice of relationship.

"Hey..." I yelled, waving high above my head, to get her attention, as she was no where near to look up.

Her lips curled to form an upward charming curve and I realized how much I missed it lately. She walked briskly and reached the porch.

"So what's up?" I asked, offering another cup of cold coffee, her absolute favorite which I made when I saw her turning the corner.

Taking the cup from me, she let out a heavy sigh, "I missed you." She said and hugged me tight, indicating the past week we didn't talk much.

"Aw, hon... Me too." I said, honestly but confused all the same.

Something is seriously wrong. This is so not like her.

"What happened!?" I asked perplexed.

"Nothing... as usual..." She trailed off and I understood, he had been fighting with her.

He had been hitting and blackmailing which she didn't even mention to another soul but, accidentally, I found them struggling against each other when I went to meet her and I calculated the rest.

"Oh! Hon... Don't worry babe. Everything is gonna be fine..." I said and she snorted, "Trust me!" I pressurised.

"Love is an amazing emotion but when you choose wrong even the sugar become sour. You should choose wise," she said.

Sometimes, I wondered if she was talking about her problems or my deleterious relationships.

After half an hour of talking random things, never once her eyes glowed with the smile and I gave up on cheering her up, my spirit little vague.
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"No... That's not true! You are lying," I yelled, clutching my mobile really tight, unable to believe my own ears while tears clouded my vision.

"The cops are here... I rushed home after getting the weird phone call from mom. I am sorry babe," he was going on, but nothing got my attention.

There was knock on my door and with the mobile still on my ears, tears spilling out unconditionally, I opened the door. It was my father.

Quickly, saying my goodbye, I hung up and ran into my father's embrace which warmed me a little, though the ache in my heart didn't subsided.

"You knew!" He said, his voice tight in grief, "I just came to let you know what I learnt from the store."

I shook my head vigorously, whimpering on his chest.

"I guess you must go," he said.

"No... No..." I choked out, "I can't see her like this... Not now, not ever."

He shook his head in understanding.
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Standing on the fresh pastured grass on the funeral field, above her grave, I cried my eyes out and sworn to kill her boyfriend for putting her in the place where she was. Unfortunately, I had never set my eyes on him, after her, my best friend's bitter death.
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A/N: hi guys... This is not just a story.

Akiprabagar (12/02)