the phone beeped in again ….
It showed 3:03 am
the privacy screen lighted up : “7 whatsapp messages from two conversations”
she skipped the first message which was sent by her senior in college to run her fingers onto the virtual keyboard for one last time to reply to his message.
even when the night was hot ,she froze as cold as ice as she swipped every word on the screen….
her lips tied each other together ….trauma ate her innocence ….
for ones she felt the whole world stopped spinning ….
those silent messages had a wide scream in her mind as she read it..
alas! that one person whom she wanted to lean upon in her whole life left her with a”thud”from the back.
The conversation said the usual lines
“this is the best decision you can make for yourself”
“you are an amazing person that i don’t deserve”
“I ain’t happy doing this ”
and the rest continued to almost 8 or 9 sentences when she always poured out her feelings in an essay .
she smiled at those lines of his recalling what they shared as tears trickled down from her cheeks ..long gone though.
silent cries always hold the best of the memories .
she pulled her blue blanket ….her ice cold body shivered and craved for his warm hands to run over her ;they once dreamt about.
all was in vain ….as the phone rang up …and the screen showed her most favorite senior’s name …picking up the call and her ears heard the most soothing words that she wanted then…
he asked nothing but the answer key-press gave a voice that conveyed “don’t bother everything would be fine ”
*some people connect so well