The last call

The girl was  intelligent and charming but the young man was very handsome and strikingly attractive. He was always so quiet. She found him magnetic. In the whole group, he would listen only to her requests. She was convinced, that he loved her. She did  many things for him, but he never took her seriously. Then one day, he left for abroad. There he found a girl, just as beautiful as he was handsome. he forgot, all about the girl back home. She sent him emails and  called. He ignored..then, finally he returned, broken heart. His family, was against that beautiful girl due to culture difference.

They could be together again, she loved him too much..but then he told her, that while with that girl he never thought about her. He didn’t return for her. Only for his family. The girl accepted it. She felt used, to an extent abused. But then, he never did force himself on her. She wanted him, perhaps more than he did. She decided to leave him, so as a final goodbye. She met him once again. In her heart, it was the last time.

He left. She tried to call him , for she was missing him already. But, he got angry with her calls. She again decided to leave him. That day, when she got a call, she told him. I am leaving you forever.

He said, ” You mean. If I come in front of you , your will not wince or feel anything.

Girl “NO.”

Handsome man, ” Sure?’

Girl “YES.

This time she kept her words. She left him. After three months, she was attending a party. Old group was there, a common friend’s wife told her. That handsome know..the green eyes..and tall.


He committed suicide.

The girl was devastated. She hid her tears. Looked away. But, she felt depressed and lonely. The next month, she kept on crying and hiding her tears. Didn’t know, what to do.

That morning, she was all ready. It was her graduation. But, she felt sad. Still missing the green eyes. As, her car  came to a stop signal, in the rear view mirror, she could see him! He was alive. He never died.

It was like, she got her smile back.The day was amazing. That burden, on her chest was lifted. Vanished!!!

That day, she wrote him her email. She told him. I loved you once, but lost you thrice. First time, you left, second when you died and lastly, when you came alive..but you know are not worth anything..not my tears not my  love. You couldn’t take the fact, that I can leave you, so you made this story about your suicide..

I am out of your life, and my love for you will not make the last call. I will make the last and final call, to love my life, as it is worth living even without eyes.

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