A Tale Grief and Loss
By: Priti Ghonmode
Tags: Support, Short Story, Mental Health, Love Lasts, Depression

A Tale Grief and Loss

She asked him

“When you going to leave?”

“Just…..”

And he left the words hung like that the door was swinging back and fro unsaid and unfinished.

Thats it the conversation lasted for two sec and six words.

Hateing herself is so easy for her than this, she can do it all day long still not enough. Its been a muscle memory now.

The floor is still cold and her bare feets could feel it, but she stood waiting maybe he forget something and he will come back and kiss the life out of her or maybe she is just tired of trying to get her reflexes back and when the freezing cold become unreal she laid on the floor.

“I wish I could go back in time I wish I could go on doing all the mistakes right I wish I say sorry to all those peoples I lost contact, with a promise of being in touch as it was a promise that the connection we made is all beyond the network ”

She thought of the roads she saw yesterday and how this four years have changed so much.

In her and the road the concrete have glamoured its presence by peebles and cement beautifull in itself where mine is glamoured with grief I am hiding behind thosw of the places and people I left behind.

She knew she was leaving for good afterall she made the decision for herself.

“I wish I could say thank you to all those people for their broken promise as a goodbye gift before they left stealing my version of them. my version with them that exists now in each of our universes”

Now whenever I look back and I see this person laughing straight at my face. She is everywhere, in my sleep in my dreams, in the bathroom mirror sometimes in his face too plugging me through his eyes.

There is a void in his eyes where she hide rest and reside.

Even her thought makes me go cold.

“I wish I could hold myself still for a while and remind myself of that hurricane thrown over her withering in dirt she stands with smile the every harsh word that resonates And tell her its not that worth to stop and break the sun is not down yet”

It is too hard to concentrate, that is the reason he is slipping away?

I stopped looking in mirror , because their tendency to lie is negligible.

I can not sail through it.

I will drown myself. My own weight will be blamed.

The waste of the space .

The waste of effort.

“Whats hard it takes to fool the chaos Whats greater woes it can bear in that smile after tsunami who washed behind the wricked towns in hope and they played on who hope ”

the door bell rang.

She did not made an effort.

He always keep the key, she knows him well.

He found her in kitchen sipping on the coffee.

He is been noticeing her high intake of caffein.

“come…lets go to backyard”

“for what? it is dark out….”

“For this…”

He knows her love for plants and that she always wanted the nursery in their home.

I want to grow these old places right in my balcony, with you. I want to grow paradises like a flirting greenery, with you. I want to grow big branches thin and weak ,with you. I want to grow small into big with all this things. I need you.

If you love them you tell them they deserve to be loved

What you have used does not mean you should keep it

“ You know why dead people gets more flower than living one! Because regret is always greater than gratitude "

- ANNE FRANK .