《HER BLACK SOUL》Tears from her eyes
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Tears from her eyes...
Drops of water were falling from the sky. Dark clouds seems to cover the whole area. A girl was on her knees in the middle of the road but it seems like nobody is noticing her. Her eyes were wet. It seems that for the people walking around she even didnt exist. Her hands were constantly shaking. It was so painful that it seems a thousand needle are piercing through her heart. Her breathing was shallow.
In front of her a man was standing . He seems to be troubled by her but still a sad expression can be seen on his face.
"Davi please wait.." she said in her low and gentle voice.
Davi while looking at her distressed condition replied" sorry but i cant choose you or else i might loose somepeople important to me.please understand."
This man was the one she loved the most. This man was the one who vowed to her that he will never leave her,he will love her until his last breath. Then why today he is saying such harsh words. With his every word her heart was breaking. She could not hold any longer. In her sad and breaking voice she asked "why? I loved you more than me than why?"
Davi was leaving but upon hearing her question.He looked back at her straight into her eyes.
Some seconds passed. Both of their eyes were fixed on each other.she could she all the happy things she did with him ,every memories of him was flasing through her eyes in just that brief second. She couldnt believe that this man can say such things to her.
His eyes were wet. Maybe he also did felt the pain . With his eyes full of sadness he replied "because...."
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Suddenly her sight started becaming blur. She couldnt hear wat he said but at last could only see his lips parting and saying something she cant hear.
Suddenly her eyes opened. She could see the white cieling above her . Her room was illuminated with warm yellow light. Her room want big but wasnt small either.Pearl like tears were falling from her eyes. She could feel uneasiness in her heart.she woke and sat on her bed with her blanket covering her legs. She saw the time it was 2:30am in morning.
She said " aah i woke again this early".
A little window with purple curtain was there in her room which was open . She could feel the cool breeze comming from there. She walked towards the window and sat on the little sofa beside her window.she wiped her tears. She was intensly looking at the twinkling light of the city.
Her long reddish brown with a little golden strands hairs was fluttering due to the wind.
She was deep in her thoughts while looking outside. She couldnt forget anything since then. This pain is chasing her like it wont go even her death ,like it will still torment her soul after her death. She couldnt stop thinking " why couldnt i forgot."why ?
" why cant i be free from this pain." Suddenly her eyes again became teary by thinking about the dream. Small tears were falling from her eyes like dew drops falling from a petal. She couldnt stop this never ending pain in her heart..
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