a story by Pushkar Prabhat
He pulled her in, closer. Putting his eager arms around her, he hugged her tightly. He wished they could merge, become one. Her arms, crossed against her heavy heart, were caught in the crossfire of emotions. She had had a hard time holding on to her tears but, the warmth of his abrupt breaths on her neck spilled a few drops down her left cheek. Luckily, he was unaware. It could have drowned them both.
Trying to salvage the little time they had together, apart from obvious love and sadness, these longing maneuvers were the result of denial. Denial of the fact that, they had to part ways. And of the truth, that the time apart will be hell for them, for every second of every day, they were in denial. They were in denial of the very pain that was eating them away from the inside.
“You take good care of yourself.” he said. His voice disguised his emotions well and even though her ears were fooled, for now, her heart knew everything. A single syllable of approval was all she could manage to voice.
“You know I love you so much, and will always love you.” he continued, continuing the facade.
“We have to do this for our future together. We need to be strong.” he said as if trying to convince himself, more than he was trying to give her strength.
They wanted a perfect goodbye. They wanted their smiling faces to be their last memory together of each other. They had planned giggles and smiles. They had planned kisses and hugs. They had also planned their lives together, forever. But, if only, it was that easy.
Months of sacrifice, weeks of planning and a hell lot of risk had gone into securing them, these few moments of bliss together. A happy goodbye was not too much to ask, not at all. But, the agony of this moment had been building up along with their plan for happiness, and a simple denial was not going to be sufficient.
She turned, locked in his arms, and grabbed him even tighter.
“I love you.” she said before breaking down. The pain flowed down his eyes as well, almost instantly. Assuring kisses followed. No one could utter a word. No word could have sufficed. They had each other in their arms. Nothing else mattered. Soaked in their salty emotions, they were still, in denial.
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