Hearts Shall Beat Again

Isn’t it better to leave something’s unsaid?” He asked himself. 

 

He looked around his room. It was a mess. He left his room rarely, and no one came in except for his girlfriend, Irene. The room was dull and filled with smoke. There was a desk near the window. On the desk, along with other things, there was an ashtray and a burning cigarette. Sheets of paper laid across the room. His clothes lay a heap on his bed.

He sat on his chair and gazed through the closed window. He stared at the dustbin far across the street. The rattling of keys in the lock wakes him from his thoughts. 

“Come on in,” he said. “I didn’t close it after you left.”

 

He looked upon her closely. She looked gorgeous. Her face had a glow which he hasn’t seen in a while. Her black hair and eyes made her look angelic. She was wearing a yellow dress that added to her beauty.

 

“Hey, I didn’t want to bother you. I am here to pick up my things” said Irene.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, Shouldn’t I? You made things pretty clear yesterday.”

“I’m sorry I came on to you, like that,” He said.

She sighed. “I know," Said that she went into the room to pick up her things.

He met Irene during college. That was a time when he was madly in love with her. Every conversation they had, every moment together, made him happier. Every time their eyes met, he could sense it. They loved simple things, like reading and travelling. His friends often said that they were made for each other. She was his pride. She loved to read and so, he started writing, only for her. They had to run away for their love. One thing they were sure of, they loved each other. Often, good things don’t last a lifetime. After living together for two years, he started acting weird. His actions made her think that there was something wrong in their relationship.

 

“That’s everything. Hope to never see you again” His thoughts were broken by her voice. “Wait, I have something for you,” he said. He pulled out a coffee-stained envelope from his drawer and gave her. Without another word, she went out. Her eyes were wet with tears. 

  

He came to the window and looked down the street. There she was, near the dustbin. She had opened the envelope. She stopped there. Having read the letter, she looked at his window and on the envelope. She threw it in the bin and walked away. It was as if she was determined to move on.

"Sometimes things are better left unsaid," He said to himself. He took another cigarette from his drawer and lit it. He went to the window and opened it. A cool breeze came in brushing him, on his face.