The Drive Home

When he woke up, the first thing he realized was that he had a terrible headache. A throbbing head combined with a sense of nausea left him dizzy and disoriented. He did not know where he was. Or rather couldn’t make much sense of what had happened.

He was on the verge of losing consciousness again when he remembered the drive. The weekend visit to the hill-station, the much needed change from routine, the time spent there and the drive back towards city. And that’s when he remembered her. Popped opened his eyes, thinking of where she was. And that’s when he realized his predicament. He was lying on the mountain road, with his face down in the mud. His legs hurt like hell. He tried to move but his efforts were in vain. He tried to call out to her but couldn’t. He was trying hard not to think those stupid, hurting, crazy thoughts that were popping up in his head. Nothing can possibly have happened to her, can it? No. It can’t.

He tried to turn his head. The first thing he saw were the city lights from the mountain road. The city looked beautiful. With the millions of flashing lights. And his head still hurt and he still couldn’t move an inch. That was when he heard someone moving. It had to be her! He mustered all his strength to turn towards the sound. And there she was. Standing near the edge of the road, beautiful against the backdrop of the millions of city lights.

He tried to smile at her. And that is when something struck him as odd. Something was not right. And he realized that it was the way she was looking at him. It was different. She seemed lost, hurt, hurting. He didn’t understand why she was standing there. Why she seemed as if she wanted to get away from him. Why she just wouldn’t come back and help him up. He tried to speak to her but no sound came out. And right there lying by the roadside next to his car, he saw her collapsing in front of his eyes. He wanted to scream, wanted to help her.

But the last thing he remembered was searching her eyes for a hint of recognition of the love they shared. And then they both were gone.

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This post has been written for picture it & write by ermilia

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