It’s not over…

It was pouring that day when she came across a face that made her heart skip a beat. Both of them kept looking at each other as if they were the only two souls in the world frozen into eternity. His eyes were saying something that she had wanted to hear her whole life. They had lost sight of the outer world. They were immersed in a aura that was created by their sudden meeting followed by a rush of long-lost emotions. The world was moving but they were still. The sunshine was being reflected from his brilliant shining forehead to glow up her face. She was still the same , but more beautiful than he ever thought one could be. He could see himself in her eyes.The warmth of their happiness ,which each one was trying to hide from one another , had replaced the wetness of the rain. It was a subtle stream of emotions being felt by those two. Their moment of serenity was interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone ,which instead of taking her out from this moment of placid despair,  took her to 4 years back when she had her last conversation with him. The phone call that almost took her breath away. The last conversation which shook her to a depth that made her impossible for  her to bring back her own self from the shock created by the sonority of those last few words. The last sentence which led her to deny everything she felt during her lifetime during which she did nothing ,but to love him. They had been in love practically the whole time..: school life, college life until one day when he called her to blankly say “I don’t love you anymore. It’s over”. There was a subtle indifference in his tone and a coldness in his voice. There were no shades of pain or hurt in his voice. It made her think about the meaning behind the time they spent together, meaning behind the words he said earlier, the songs he sang for her, the rhythm he played for her, and meaning  behind everything he did for her.

Today they were in the middle of the road….today was the day she had waited since that day. She took out a piece of paper from her pocket to hand it over to him, but suddenly there was a loud cry of a truck’s horn, and in a flash of time  she saw his body being tossed in air and there he was lying  on the road, covered with blood trying to murmur the last few words  “it’s not over”  …………she stood there watching his dead body …..and the paper in her hand flew away