Short Story 5

June 27, 2009 § 5 Comments

[written long ago…am not reponsible for any puke arising out of reading all the cliches in this story ūüėÄ ]

He looked at her. She was smiling, talking to all the friends who had gathered to watch the movie. He stood away from that crowd, immersed in his own thoughts with a can of soda in his hand. He looked at her again. How he missed her. And yet wanted to be away from her. He couldn’t understand. There’s a lot¬†you don’t understand, he told himself and sipped from the can. He looked at her, as she smiled when the guy¬†held her hand standing beside her, talking to her friends. He looked away. He called him ‘the guy’, even though she had introduced the both of them¬†and he knew his name.¬†She wanted him to like the guy. Like that has a chance in hell. He smirked.

He looked at the people in the plaza, people eating at the food mall, people talking, people thinking, some deep in thought. Somebody must be watching me too, wondering what that guy with the soda is thinking.

“She talks about you a lot, you know”,¬†the guy had come and stood next to him and was blabbering.

“(Oh god. Now i’ve got to talk to this guy.¬†And listen to a speech. Help me God)”, he looked to the sky.

“She sees you as one her best friends”, the guy blabbered on.

“Hmm (Oh god, please don’t let him¬†say what¬†I think he will say, please)”

“She still has feelings for you”, the guy said, with a sombre expression.

“(Damn it). Look dude, you come here looking all sombre and noble and tell me that your girlfriend has feelings¬†for me. What are you asking me to do?¬†Take her away from you? Or do you want me to give you a speech telling you some crap about how it isnt meant to be and that you should keep her happy, and that if you dont keep her happy or you hurt her, I’ll come and kick your butt till kingdom comes? Sorry man, I dont operate like that. I’m not the hero here,¬†you are.”

She looked at them. They were talking. Although it didn’t look like it was too cordial. Why¬†was he waving his hands like that? Why did he crush the can in his hand? I’d better go and calm him down she thought. She didn’t have to.

Someone had come up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. He spun around, looked at her and smiled. Not the usual one which he reserves for friends and me nowadays, she thought. This was his special smile, for that someone special. Special, my foot, she thought. What was this? Was she jealous? No, no, that can’t be it. She can’t be jealous of some girl who had waltzed into his life just some days ago. It wasn’t as if he was in love with her or anything. Just boyfriend-girlfriend business. The usual. He was like that. He was THE commitment phobe, if there ever was one. But something about this girl bothered her. The way he looked at her, he might actually fall in love with this one. Nasty thought that. But why should she care? She was in a relationship of her own, she was happy with her guy. Even if he didn’t like her guy. The feeling was mutual. She didn’t like his girl either.

As she walked towards them, he looked at her and smiled. She smiled back. As their eyes met, both of them knew, in their hearts, that they would never be happy without each other. But then, both of them thought, not everybody is meant to be happy.


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§ 5 Responses to Short Story 5

  • Sagar M says:

    sweet…..but i wish der was a fight scene between the 2 guys …..lolz…

  • Purnima says:

    no girl is worth fighting for… but was she worth “still having feelings for” even after what seems like a ruthless break-up?

    • Mithun says:

      good question that. and the answer is: you don’t stop experiencing feelings for someone, however ruthless/heartless the breakup..the best you do in those circumstances is to funnel those feelings into something else,something that is constructive…

  • Rach says:

    why shd happiness be restricted to a single person?… why can’t ppl move on and be happy?… there is a reason ppl come in ur life, and when tht ends, they leave… transition/ change/ moving on, etc HAS to happen… so do ppl stop being happy?

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