Distance

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"I will always be there for you, no matter what."

Words seemed so vague now, promises futile, vows abandoned. The droplets forced their way out, and flowed relentlessly down her cheeks. There wasn't the warm wetness of his lips that would kiss the salt away, sweetening her mood, urging the smile back into her face. The touch of his fingers on her soft palm was missing. The cool breath that whispered words of love in her ears seemed to have vaporized into the desolate atmosphere.

The sharp memories hit against her heart, knocking her unconscious. In that state of semi - trance, she could see him laughing, joking and smiling at her, his arms wide open, inviting her to a world of loving embrace.

She woke up in a fit of cough. Tears had made her weak. She looked around her room. It was in a state of utter mess. He liked neatness. Why did he go away from her life, leaving her in such state? Wasn't she worth his love? Sheer rage entered her mind, and with a sharp swish of her hand, the flower vase broke down into pieces.

Crash! Her mother entered the room with a glass of orange juice. She knew her daughter had to be strong at this hour. He had left her for sure, but she had to get out of this trauma. Being a mother, she couldn't let her break down.

"Sometimes things are not in our control. Why don't you pack your bags and go to Manali to your cousin's place?" she suggested.

When her mom left, she thought about the advice. Perhaps she needed to go to Manali. Isn't that where he always promised to take her?

Promises that now lay barren, eroded.

She picked up her cell - phone and looked at his last message, "We can't be together now. It's over."

The distance had been created. There was no way to cover it now.


This Piece is written for Sunday Scribblings and the Prompt is Distance.