Things I loved, didn't melt || A short story || Ali Muhtasham

It’s  about the times when their voices seemed sweet to each other , their feelings got entangled to each other’s , their lives were meant for each other , their dissolution of souls was a light in the dark , the confession didn’t matter to them cause they knew they’d never tear themselves apart.

This all ended when he after getting sound sleep ,in the mid noon, past 3 woke up and realized the girl he has been talking to isn’t beautiful , he’s wasting his time , he should ask her to go. The thought got the consequences along with it and forced him to ask her to go. He mustered up his courage and talked to the girl, he thought who would be his wife, about tearing apart. The end seemed so easy for both of them as they had nothing between them.

  

They used to talk until 5 in the morning and these are the gossips that led him to mourn after the decision he took. Decision had made. The girl had gone. The life again was on its simplicity the way it was before their meeting, but the peace, he thought he would get after her departure, started to raise the clamor silently.  The mere silent but agonizing clamor started to tear him after he tore apart with her. He started to crumble. He sat on the bench just along his bed and remained numbed for an hour on it. The hour he remained numb was the hour he thought he shouldn’t have asked her to go. He concurred that if only beauty satisfies then the desperation I’m going through shouldn’t been occurring but the less he knew about his decision and the more he thought of a beauty.

It was the first day when he got disturbed about the decision but the days then went on and he started to forget her. One day, again, he from now where caught the thought of that girl which he thought isn’t beautiful and realized, “I tried to persuade that girl in the starting just because she was afraid of impudent boys and I made her believe ,You are save with me, then why I decided that shit?  I shouldn’t have done this. I need to place the things the way they were." As he decided to redeem the loss, the girl, he contacted her but suddenly he was told that she’s now hanging out with someone else more happier than when she was with you. It was heard that she after the break up took less than a week to make out with a new guy. It was the point he was about to weep because he was going to bear the greatest loss.

The life had to go no matter how hard but there lay no life without miseries. Everything seemed to him quite disturbing; everything reminded him of the girl he had lost, though he didn’t want to remember her. The day passed, he started to become so numbed. and getting teased by a thing. It was the confusion of moving on. He, at times, used to think how it proved so easy for her to move and he still stuck to the place where they separated. Why it was proving so hard for him to move on?  So the nights started being burdensome to him and he mostly tried at nights to contact her, but all he got was ignorance. He started to grow weak as he was taking all the depression to his body.  He still used to sing that one verse he once said to make her melt and it was, “Things I love, melt”.  But now the situation was totally opposite. The one he loved was now someone else’s and this hurt more than anything else.

The sun had set on that day when he fell ill and this illness stuck to him long enough. He had to suffer more than a malady hurts. He was already hurt so when illness hurt him he began to smile on his helplessness. He became miserable and mostly used to say at his high voice, “I’m a creep now. Look, I’m a creep. I’m a fucking creep who will never love again. Never will give my heart to some girl” until his eyes filled with tears.

The days passed by so fast and the disease had caught him so tight.  The night was overwhelmed due to the clouds which hid the moon. The light in the room seemed helpless in the dark night. The night grew darker. His face was wet due to perspiration. He was struggling to breathe. The eyes were still. His mother sat beside the bed. Suddenly, he uttered a sentence “La Ila Ilalah Muhammad Ur Rasool Allah” and he died in the arms of his mother for the love of his life.