A beginning

Who gave you the power to ruin me? She asked.
“Ah! Yes. I remember I did, years back.”
But now she wanted it all back. He sat in front of her, with all that he had. She looked at him and asked herself, “When was the last time I saw myself happy in the mirror?”
Answers came flooding her mind. The day they both sat under a tree and she wanted to hug him tight.
Days when they were together in a dingy hostel room of a friend’s friend. Naked. Opening up to each other like never before.
And the day, he told her she was the one.
They never went on dates. All they did, when together, was talk or read. No read or talk about reading.
She had announced to the world already. He was still not sure. But they were one. So what else could matter?
Trust. It was trust that mattered. And she hardly cared for it. The feeling of oneness had engulfed her. She was him. He was her.
But was it enough?
She has ignored all the signs. The letter that she saw. The look that she stared at, disbelievingly. She was not ready to accept anything but love. But he had reached his saturation point. He could no longer offer love to her.
She got up, with her shattered pieces and started walking away.

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