The night felt heavier than usual.
Not because the sky was dark… but because something inside me had gone completely silent.
"I don't think I can handle this…" I whispered to myself, staring at my phone screen that hadn't lit up for days.
I wasn't in control anymore.
It felt like I was just… existing.
He was happy.
With someone else.
And me?
"Ab mera kya hoga…?" I said under my breath, my voice cracking as tears blurred everything around me.
Days turned into nights, and nights turned into endless crying.
I would sit with my friends, pretending to be okay… but the moment someone asked,
"Tu thik hai na?"
I would break.
"Main thik ho jaungi…" I'd say, forcing a smile that never reached my eyes.
But they knew.
They always knew.
"Stop hurting yourself for someone who didn't think twice before hurting you," one of them said gently, holding my hand.
But how do you explain to someone that love doesn't listen to logic?
I stopped eating properly.
Stopped caring.
Stopped living.
My reflection in the mirror started looking like a stranger.
My hair… half of it gone due to stress.
My face… dull, lifeless.
My weight… dropped by 7 kg.
"I don't even recognize myself anymore…" I whispered one day, touching my hollow cheeks.
It felt like I didn't just lose him…
I lost me.
And then came the quiet phase.
The kind of silence that screams.
Every evening, I would go to the temple.
Sit in a corner.
And cry.
Not softly.
But the kind of crying where your chest hurts and your breath shakes.
"Why me?" I asked, looking at the idol.
"Bas ek baar… bas ek baar use wapas bhej do…" I pleaded.
But God stayed silent.
Or maybe… He was waiting.
A month passed.
The pain didn't disappear.
But it changed.
It became quieter… deeper… bearable.
I started healing.
Not fully.
But enough to breathe without breaking.
And then one night…
At exactly 11:47 PM.
My phone vibrated.
Unknown notification.
My heart skipped a beat.
"No… it can't be…" I whispered, staring at the screen.
But it was.
His name.
After one whole month.
Just one word.
"Heyy…"
My fingers froze.
My heart started racing like it remembered everything at once.
The love.
The pain.
The betrayal.
The memories.
Everything.
"Why now…?" I whispered, my thumb hovering over the screen.
Another message popped up.
"Can we talk?"
I closed my eyes.
Tears slipped out again… but this time, they felt different.
Not just pain.
Something else.
Fear?
Hope?
Or maybe…
A storm waiting to happen.
I slowly unlocked my phone.
Stared at his message.
And then…
I started typing.
But before I could press send—
Another message appeared.
"I made a mistake…"
My breath stopped.
My heart whispered something dangerous…
"What if… this changes everything?"
And that night…
Standing between my past and my healing…
I had to decide—
Do I reply…
Or finally let him become just a memory?
To be continued…