She was bleeding profusely, eyes were about to be shut, lips had words but no voice to speak and eyes had thousand dreams still but had only tears to shed.
Then slowly, she rested in peace and her mortal remain laid motionless. He just kissed her forehead and brushed her brown hairs with his fingers. It had not been a few minutes, something happened. He got up, and moved on; placing her their itself.
Returning to his home, he gift wrapped the shirt which had still her blood stains, and placed it in his wardrobe. His conversations were now limited to just yes or no in gestures. No one of his family could predict what was wrong with him. Few days passed, he neither used to laugh at jokes, nor cry at pains. He was just indifferent to changes in his immediate surroundings.
One night, it was just 11. He had opened up a book and was turning pages, that suddenly, he stopped. Yes, a letter it was. And all his past were now just crossing his mind.
His gf, whom he loved the most. She used to comb his hair, make dishes for him, have chocolates, complete his notes, take utmost care at times of illness. He had thought of his world beyond her. One day the girl was with her brother on his bike and this boy was was on his own. As they were crossing a junction, suddenly, this girls scarf got trapped to the hook of a truck passing by. Within no minutes, she feel backside from the speeding bike and was hit on head. Her brother fainted at the sight. But the boy just went to her and held her head in his lap, no tears in his eyes, just as of his minds was running short of thoughts, what was going on. She was bleeding...............
The eyes which had witnessed the most painful part had now thousand tears to shed and it was sufficient to wet the letter, he had in his hand.
...............This isn't a story but a part of my friend's life. He still dreams every night- he would be sitting in a sea-shore, the girl comes to him places her head on his lap...and they both lose themselves holding each other's hand in eternal silence.