She heard them fighting, her ex-BFF and his newbie BF, on the phone.
"What was it this time?" she asked, her face red with rage, at the very thought of the person she hated the most calling the man she loved the most.
He hesitated to tell her. But, then....
".....he said 'enough of this drama called love'...he simply gonna get some-"
She stopped listening. Her ears burning, vision blurring with steam of wrath in her at these words; he indeed said that it was all just a 'drama'? Nothing else? He was chasing her just for the fun of it? No feelings? Just a drama he called it?
"Hey gal, cheer up! I'm with you", her lover hugged her.
She smiled feebly.
Still, wondering if indeed all those poems, promises, chats, hugs, coffee-gossips, evening strolls.......
were so fake like just a drama. What smelt of love was never even the shadow of it.
She had been holding hands with someone else months back, just like this, the way she was holding her new bae's now.
How did she believe this is real? How could she know her current world won't crumple and fall too someday?
How could she believe that the love she feels now isn't yet again a joke for someone else again? What if after a few months he too starts abusing her race and calls her culture 'bitchy'?
Maybe, she kicked someone's ego. But, her trust was killed in return.