Truth be told

My photo
For me, nothing too excess, nothing not enough.Can easily get obsessed toward something but not addicting to anything neither too outgoing or too shy,at times I can be both, depending on my mood, depending on the occasion, moderately introverted I think. I never overdo anything in life. I enjoy my life to the fullest. I also enjoy most of the thing i do. I don't expect much from myself yet am never too disappointed with myself.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

1# The Last Goodbye


He had been waiting there for quite some time, but there was still no sign of her anywhere. He still waited there, by the café, by the place where they promised to meet…he has got no time to waste…he got a bus to catch; if he missed the bus then he would never be able to go home. He needed to go back home immediately…

This morning, he received the news that he needed to go back home…he has been offered to pursue his study in other institution…all of his friends were surprised by that news…especially his roommate, who has been down the whole day… he too didn’t want to leave but, it was his mother’s wish…

Today was the last day he would be here in the college. He had met up with all of his closed friends except for her… By hook or by crook, they have to meet …or they will never have to chance to utter the last goodbye…what else even meet…they both live in a totally different place...Meeting is just impossible for them.

With the bag firmly held in his hand…he looked up…staring hopelessly to the sky before he took the final step…he has to make up his mind now…and yes he did…he chose to leave...he has to leave…even without his last goodbye…he made his way to the bus station.

He ran to the bus station.

Then…he heard…


LEN! LEN! WAIT!


He could listen to her voice...he was happy to hear her voice for the final time…but…

But he kept running…he just knew that if he stopped, he would never be able to say goodbye to her, or his other friends…he would never be able to leave them. He avoided it by…keep running.

She chased after him…shouting his name…

Then, she stopped…she can’t keep up with him anymore…she stands there...Laughing…unconsciously…tears has flooded her eyesshe criedcrying and laughing at the same time…she can’t choose whether to cry or laugh…nor can anyone tell the difference between those two feelings…


He stared out, through the bus’s window…regretting what he had done…guilt had struck his heart, mind and soulhe received a text message from the girl’s friend.

Saying… she runs after you, but you didn’t stop, she cried dowh.

As much as he tried to be strong…the guilt had finally got into him…he cried.


No comments: