I skipped the last two classes and left early from college. It was raining outside. The continuity of raindrops interrupted the chain of thoughts I was carrying in my mind. All I could think about was the diary. How their life could have been, and what it became owing to some unfortunate turn of events. No wonder the fact that the way the story had ended was something similar to what happened with me, the accident. And even though I tried to convince , not to establish any connection between me and their story, but the way it ended creeped me out. Neel was never able to know what happened to her. His last lines ‘imaginations would grow stronger’, what did it mean? What if she was the girl I kept seeing everytime because she would come back for me, because it told me that I was the author. But at the same time another thing striked me, what if the whole story is some crap- so that she could make me a slave of my imagination once again. But one point was clear, somewhere out there she was waiting for me.
Few nights later , I saw her. She stood there, like some forest lost into its darkness. The unseen beast had finally come out to show herself. Just like that, out of nowhere, I saw her once again and it felt like infinity. It was like some other world I cannot explain, where I never knew how time worked. Last time , I knew I was in coma. God knew what happened this time.
Her: Hi, Rick.
I didn’t know what to say, but stood blank. Staring at her all over and over. She hasn’t changed a bit, she never aged. The curse of immortality preserved her presence only for me to see.
Her: Your silence is deafening rick.
Me: Why are you here?
Her: You are not happy to see me here are you?
Me:I don’t know who you are, and what do you want. What have I got to do with this freaking story. But I am quite sure I want none of these anymore.
Her: Really! Doesn’t sound agreeable to me.
Me: What do you mean?
Her:You wanted to know what I want rick, I want you. I came back for you.
I smiled at the way she talked. She hasn’t changed a bit, she sounded all so convincing like always.
Me: You haven’t changed at all have you?
Her: Well you have. You are emotionally more balanced and I find that quite sexy.
Me: Don’t flirt with me. I am not that creepy, sorrowful one you knew previously. I haven’t spent the last one year obsessed with you.
Her: Yeah, based on your search for your “imaginary girlfriend”, I would say otherwise.
Me: I was never in love with you, you compelled me. You trapped me with your mystic vive. So none of my feelings were real.
Her: Believe what you want Rick. But I know the truth, and deep down, so do you.
Me: The truth? Huh! Well the truth is , you are the same lying selfish manipulative person that you always have been. Someday when you wish , you come and be a part of my life, the next day you leave, just like that. And now when I am getting a hold on my life and finally trying to recover from something I would never know, you come back just to make it a misery. I hate to break it to you, but I hate you.
It was all in a momentary rage, that I said, but I knew it was the right thing to do. Contrary to my expectations , she just gave a casual look.
Her: You hate me huh! That sounds like the beginning of a love story, not the end of one.