Fiction #2

There’s a story I wish to tell tonight.

There is a girl. A boy too is in the story. Well there could have been many, the girl is so sweet. Who wouldn’t have wanted her? Yet, that is why the girl was wanted by everyone, because only one, the ‘One’ could have had her. I have known them for quite some time now. I see them from a distance, like from the other side of the glass, like a motion picture. For them, I don’t exist, or I am just another nobody.

Hmm okay, I think referring to them as 'boy' and 'girl' won’t do them any justice.

So..

There was a young man, and a charming young lady. They're friends, close friends, very close indeed, like flame and fire, different names, yet same essentially. Some say they loved each other, maybe they do. Looking at them it's really hard to say that they are not lovers. But I don’t know what it is between them. Maybe, just maybe, they love each other, or maybe it is just a one-sided affair, possibly a one-sided love from both sides at the same time, or perhaps it is just the way they are, good friends.

It was the night when they were travelling back to their hometown. The motion of the express train made it hard to tell if it was cloudy or the skies were star lit, but there was no moon for sure. But the air locked compartment was quiet enough to hear two souls talking.

I had been seeing the usual - the conversation that had started from the adventures of the trip and all the frolicking, from the pranks played on their respective colleagues, to the tales where they were the poor victims and the nagging when the one made fun of the others pitiable situations. I had been observing how it had transformed into talks of family, childhood, old friends, new friends, expectations, to nostalgic moments, moments that had hurt, moments that had been too good, all that had come to pass before both had found each other.

They had been talking like there was going to be no tomorrow and redemption depended on the confessions of tonight. She had found her pillow in his lap and he found his against the window pane. And just when I thought that I could keep on watching them for eternity, the station arrived - parting time!

It was at the station that I realised that it was in fact a wild night. It was a cold February night, I think. They were not willing to part and he had insisted on dropping her home. She refused to oblige and said that she wanted to carry the memories of that night in her heart from there on. She asked him to seal it. Reluctantly and willingly, shyly and boldly, she… she asked from him a kiss, a midnight kiss, a seal to the memories.

And there he stood, head bowed down. No, he did not say no. How could he hurt her? But he could not just agree to it like that. Didn’t lovers kiss? But were they lovers? He was confused. She waited, and waited, and he never moved an inch. He stood frozen, like the cold wind had just frozen every bit of his body.

Crestfallen, she turned around. And very silently, her eyes started to burn a little, they were becoming hotter with every moment that passed, and the blurring had started to occur from the corners. At least the tears knew how to take care of the lovely eyes, at least the tears couldn’t see them burning. The nose? It was already red with the cold winds, and the cheeks.. The ears? They had just been blushing a moment ago, pink. But just after she had taken her first step, somebody gripped her right wrist.

He turned her around facing her, still dazed. His deep set of emerald green eyes burned into hers.

“And you could just walk away like that?”

He unzipped his jacket a little and placed her right palm towards the left of his chest.

I think it was the place where the trouble had been brewing all this time. And I think I saw her smile, from behind her teary eyes.

She felt his heart beating a steady rhythm..one she could listen to all day long.

“With this situation, I fear it will fly out of you if I make any further move!”

And she let out a gasping laugh from between her sobs. She was crying now, and laughing alongside. And yes, she looked adorable. Keeping her hand close to his chest, he moved closer to her.

He then kissed her on the forehead. And then on her right eye, and then the other one. With every kiss, she felt his lips getting warmer, she felt his heart thumping against her palm violently. It wanted out; it wanted to be in those hands that were feeling it now. And then, he kissed her. She stood motionless, there was no grotesque sensual kissing, and yet it was nothing short of an unchained melody. The lips met, and then the lips parted…

Some people say they loved each other. I don’t know, maybe they did, maybe it was more… There are many things that I cannot know from this side of the glass.

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Oh I really wish I could tell you a story tonight!! :p