The night was quiet. Not peaceful, just quiet, filled with some Faiz Ahmed Faiz poetry and it was progressing quite slowly but nicely. He didn't know what was in store for him this particular night, it all seemed like a normal one, except she was away. She had been away for the whole day and he didn't have a single thing to do. But that isn't true at all, he had a million things to do. He could have watched a tv show, a movie or could have read a book. It could have all been a very good timepass for anybody, but not him this particular night. His brain couldn't seem to function properly and he wasn't ready to accept the fact that it was because of her.
Wait, I need a coke to continue, let me just get it and I will be right back.
Okay, so I didn't have a chilled coke, so got a Mountain Dew inside. So yeah, where were we..?
Yes, his brain couldn't seem to function. His body was craving, and his heart missing. The lights were off, the gates were locked, the city was off to sleep. It was 1 in the morning. I am not really sure why they call it the morning after 12 at night but whatever, that's irrelevant anyways. Everybody in his home went to sleep, or to bed should I say. They went to bed and he came running to his room, turned on his laptop. It was all quiet. He listened to Faiz and it was all drifting off quite nicely to be told. Dim lights, poetry of Faiz in Abida Parveen's voice, in slow volume and coke. But still not peaceful, because what is peace without her in it? It had already been a really hard and tiring day, even though he didn't do anything. But anyways, I am boring you, ain't I? Let's just go ahead. At 1:23 in the morning, things seemed to turn alight, she returned, it was bright but the scenes just after that weren't pretty. She said that she didn't want to be here and somebody just died, instantly. Some emotions deep inside him, some expectations and some feelings of unknown specie. Only did he not know that she meant something else. A layer of exasperation broke inside him and started flowing for quite sometime. That was the initial cause of a misunderstood war. That was the initial cause of what later resulted in third degree burns. It was just too beautiful of a night to be this depressed and heartbroken so chose to be angry and enraged too. Unfortunately that wasn't pretty either. Cold blooded murder of their emotions and some misunderstood things. He regretted it like he regretted those earlier fights. He could have stopped, but he didn't. He could have believed, but he didn't. He could have been right, but he didn't. He could have resisted, but he didn't. In the end, the limits were broken and so were the hearts. And yet, somehow they were sleeping together, their hearts beating together, her hand across his chest, her leg on his legs, her lips millimeters away from his and their whole bodies synchronizing perfectly.
Wait, I need a coke to continue, let me just get it and I will be right back.
Okay, so I didn't have a chilled coke, so got a Mountain Dew inside. So yeah, where were we..?
Yes, his brain couldn't seem to function. His body was craving, and his heart missing. The lights were off, the gates were locked, the city was off to sleep. It was 1 in the morning. I am not really sure why they call it the morning after 12 at night but whatever, that's irrelevant anyways. Everybody in his home went to sleep, or to bed should I say. They went to bed and he came running to his room, turned on his laptop. It was all quiet. He listened to Faiz and it was all drifting off quite nicely to be told. Dim lights, poetry of Faiz in Abida Parveen's voice, in slow volume and coke. But still not peaceful, because what is peace without her in it? It had already been a really hard and tiring day, even though he didn't do anything. But anyways, I am boring you, ain't I? Let's just go ahead. At 1:23 in the morning, things seemed to turn alight, she returned, it was bright but the scenes just after that weren't pretty. She said that she didn't want to be here and somebody just died, instantly. Some emotions deep inside him, some expectations and some feelings of unknown specie. Only did he not know that she meant something else. A layer of exasperation broke inside him and started flowing for quite sometime. That was the initial cause of a misunderstood war. That was the initial cause of what later resulted in third degree burns. It was just too beautiful of a night to be this depressed and heartbroken so chose to be angry and enraged too. Unfortunately that wasn't pretty either. Cold blooded murder of their emotions and some misunderstood things. He regretted it like he regretted those earlier fights. He could have stopped, but he didn't. He could have believed, but he didn't. He could have been right, but he didn't. He could have resisted, but he didn't. In the end, the limits were broken and so were the hearts. And yet, somehow they were sleeping together, their hearts beating together, her hand across his chest, her leg on his legs, her lips millimeters away from his and their whole bodies synchronizing perfectly.
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