Tick tock tick tock
Tick tock tick tock.
The clock struck two. I shifted shape under my quilt. The silence was killing. I couldn’t put off responding to the question forever. I shut my eyes. A mild feeling of nostalgia crept into my mind. Long drives in the rain. The smell of Aqua by Armani. The familiar taste of sev puri. The sound of the raindrops splashing against the windscreen and the feeling of his lips locked on mine. “So”, he repeated his question, “Why exactly did we break up?” I opened my eyes and a part of my mind. The nostalgia vanished and nausea set in. “You would know better”, I retorted, a dash of cockiness tinting my voice. He loved it; he knew it was his cue. “I don’t know why I let you go. It’s been the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. You were, are and always will be the only girl who matters in my life. The magic that we had was something I will never find anywhere else. And I’m sure, if we are destined to be together, one day we will.” The match struck the box and illuminated the room. I lit a cigarette. As I exhaled, the smoke drowned me in its misty calm.
Tick tock tick tock.
The clock struck two. I sat outside the gym on the cool marble ledge. Students were running back to class. I couldn’t put off responding to the question forever. I shut my eyes. A mild feeling of nostalgia crept into my mind. Long drives in the rain. The smell of 212 Men by Carolina Herrera. The familiar taste of chicken ham Subway. The sound of Burn With Desire blasting from the speakers and the feeling of his lips locked on mine. “So”, he repeated his question, “Why exactly are we dating?” I opened my eyes and a part of my heart. The nostalgia vanished and nausea set in. “You would know better”, I retorted with a dash of sarcasm. He loved it; he knew it was his cue. “I don’t know why we are even bothering to do this. Clearly, it isn’t working out for me anymore. I’ve got my whole life ahead of me and I can’t deal with the burden of a long distance relationship. Anyway, it seems like you don’t care about me anymore. Just forget it.” I walked out into the rain. The match struck the box and brightened the gloom. As I exhaled, the smoke drowned me in its misty calm.
Tick tock tick tock.
The clock struck two. John Lennon told me how the life goes on. I smiled to myself. A familiar sense of nostalgia set in. The smell of L’eau Par by Kenzo. The familiar taste of Lindt Lindor Truffles. The sound of the Beatles and the feeling of my warm cardigan against my skin. The nostalgia stayed. The match struck the box and I saw a bit clearer. I lit a cigarette. As I exhaled, the smoke drowned me in its misty calm.
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