The Forever types

The sun was about to go down. He could taste the salt from the sea water on his dried of lips. He stood, he watched, as the sun immersed itself into the wide open, vast mass that spread till infinity. He walked further more into it. The waves splashed against his wide open chest, which for him was already crumbled under his acts of vandalism, actions that brought him to this moment. He stood there, wishing if those waves would take him along with them, each moment they took away the piece of land, those fistfuls of sand, from underneath his foot. He stood there, waist deep in that cold, hard water, not knowing if turning back or turning in would do the trick for him. Somewhere in the middle of all of those, a tear drop rolled immersed itself into waves. No one saw it, not even him. The limbo was too much to get out from, but the drop sure stood for something. There was life left somewhere inside him. You could beg, borrow, steal, lie, cheat, endure, kill, get battered, but never get past your heart and the way it churns things! As the day set, he was still standing there, alone, aloof yet perplexed. He knew he was never to know, if he was going to turn back or turn himself in.

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“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” she screamed through the phone

“What do you think it sounds like” he giggled

“You sick moron. You bloody cant trick me into coming to you anymore. I love him, alright. De…….”

“I love you.”

“Someday, you’ll know how it is to be put through something like this. You’ll wish you never did that. You’ll wish if all of this never happened. You’ll wish if you were something that I wanted you to be. And you fucking asshole, I won’t be there to bring you back to life then.”

She had hung up, long before he could say something. He smiled. ‘How much do I love that crazy chick’.

He threw the phone away, got dressed and walked onto the beach outside. His job, for today was done.

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“I’m here”, she said, as she came there and stood by him.

Both of them, stood there, silently, for the few minutes that arrived since then. She had her hair open, and it flew in his direction. He moved a little closer to her. He always loved the proximity. Her scent filled him up. ‘How much have I longed to be so close to her.’ How he wished she settled down in his arms, then and there. He looked at her feet, there was still his name tattooed on her ankle. She hated herself for it; he had never loved her more. He put his hand on her shoulder. She trembled, he needed no rocket science knowledge to know that. That skin belonged to him, she belongs to be, he said to himself.

“I knew you were going to”

“What is the whole point behind it, Zaid. We are not going anywhere. You had a chance back then, you had a chance till last night.”

“But this morning changed everything.”

“Changed what” she interrogated. She wished that he would win her over, like he always did, but for once she wanted to be in charge to. Giving in was a joy. She wanted this to be the last time that she was going to give in. She wanted the joy to last forever too.

“I woke up today. Next to some woman, and I knew that wasn’t what I wanted…” she was already mumbling something

“So this is your idea of making it up to me, eh. Right after the day when you ask me to get the fuck out of your life, on my face, you want me back, cause it was me that you wished you woke up with this morning. Brilliant one I must tell you. I must admit….”

“Latika”

“…. I have started falling in love with this idea of yours”

“That idea, might just cease to exist, if I get to wake up, right next to you, each morning, with nothing but your touch caressing me out of my slumber, with nothing but your voice and words lingering in me, all day long; with the idea of coming back to you, each night, knowing that no matter how bad the storm is, there’s a shelter in your arms for me, where I could reside during the darkest of my days, saving me from those unbearable thousand suns and hard hitting waves and winds, your scent lingering upon me, while I drift back to the slumber of mine……. And this continues till I bid goodbye to this life of mine…”

“and you rather waved a good bye to me…”

“that would be my goodbye to everything beautiful that I have ever known, the goodbye to the most prized possession I am ever to have, if she lets me keep on saying the nicest thing even born out of love for a woman, from a man. If she lets me do that, till she’s content and he’s out of his words… Till no word makes sense, no action stands a chance in painting on the canvas what he and she are to each other, to the world. She for him, he in her trembling arms, putting to rest love and fear and everything else, ever known to a man, and all that is ever heard is she is for him….”

He kept on mumbling all of this, until he realized she wasn’t there anymore. She had walked off long ago. She was walking with someone. And then it registered inside him, somewhere during his mumbling, he had heard her saying something.

“I love you. Goodbye. The forever types.” was what she had said. He then walked into the waves.