His Madness

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                    ABHIMANYU

The sleep had left my eyes the moment I opened them and looked at the angel sleeping just beside me. I woke up, not wanting to miss this opportunity of watching her to my heart content.

The morning light crept through the curtains, wrapping her in a golden embrace. She was laying, curled up on her side, her lashes fanned out against her cheeks, lips slightly parted as she breathed in steady, rhythmic patterns.

I watched her, my fingers curling into fists to stop myself from reaching out. How many nights have I spent craving this moment? To wake up and find her beside me, safe, warm, mine? Yet, as she lay there, lost in dreams, I felt the weight of my own sins pressing down on me.

I thought avoiding her would give her some time to think about her, me...about us. I was wrong. This distance is increasing day by day between us. I can feel it. The gap, the hatred in her eyes yet there is something which is keeping me sane.

Something in her eyes which is telling me to continue this, to try harder until she forgives me.

Hatred mixed with longing. Maybe, I am wrong? But what if I am right? That slight hope is keeping me alive. So, why not holding onto that hope till the day she forgives me.

I know I have done this.

I have ruined us.

I let my madness...my fear..my insecurities consume me, pushing her away when all I ever wanted was to keep her close. My love for her has always been twisted, desperate, born from a place of longing so deep it terrifies me.

Yes, I love her so fucking much!

What made me realise this? I don't know.

Maybe, it has always been there, it's just that I was blinded by my ego and past that I named it affection, obsession, possession.

I have fallen in love with her. Deeply, madly, obsessively, deadly...I can't even describe in mere words what I feel for her. Even the thought of losing her makes me breathless, I start feeling this strange emptiness inside me. The kind of emptiness which wants me to take my own life.

How do I tell her? That I love her. Will she believe me?

I have hurt her with my words, my actions, my silence. And still, she is here. But for how long?

She had the chance to tell her parents everything, I would have not done anything. I would have let her go with them, I would have let them curse me for hurting their daughter.

Why didn't she? Because of my fear, obviously.

Chuckling, I wiped a lone tear which managed to slip through the corner of my eye.

Her parents.

They feel like my own family. The kind of family I always dreamt of but never had. Their presence truly made this mansion more lively and homely for both of us.

Especially for an orphan like me.

I exhaled, running a hand through my hair, frustration clawing at my chest. She stirred slightly, a soft sigh leaving her lips, and my breath hitched.