The end.

He was the crashing waves, nearing and retreating by his whims... And she, the sandy shores...always welcoming his touch with arms wide open. He was the strong cigarette smoke that filled the air with its presence, yet quickly vanished. And she, the cigarette, lit in a thousand flames before being put out so simply.

Like a child, she so innocently believed his every move, his every grin, his every breath as her only truth. His one glance would set her on fire, his one word would scribe her novels. And God forbid if he ever smiled that enticing smile, her entire life would find a purpose.

And now all he leaves her with here are his gashing memories. His cutting silence. The scars he painted on her so beautifully, so calmly fill her with pain through every bleeding moment. Thoughts of him whirl like a tempest through her mind, like flashes of lightning, like roars of thunder. Somehow she knew this would happen. She could feel his absence in his empty promises, she craved his presence even when he was there.

And in the end she realized that.
She loved him, and sometimes he loved her too.

by: Shirsha Basu