The Victim Of Love - 2
She was a charming, bubbly girl and was in love with a man. She often used to talk about her perfect life, perfect love and awaited a perfect marriage with her man. She thought all the happiness of the world was in her feet and she could ask for no more. When all the things were going so well suddenly her man started to pull back and get distant. Eventually her man broke up with her, and worst he never gave her a reason.
Shattered, broken... she was left. She found content in the cloud of cigarette smoke that covered her real face, she drank many a times just to get away from this grief.
Then there was He, not the man she loved but her friend He. He looked at her wet eyes one day when she came to the office and then the next and then the next day. He saw this charming girl going silent all of the sudden. He saw her guzzling beers and puffing cigars. He went to her one day, snatched and threw her cigar. At that very moment he noticed a tear roll down her eye and his hands reached her eyes to wipe off that tear. She stared at him and asked him, "Whyyyyyyyy? When the person whom I thought to be that one person in my life who will come running to me no matter what even if he sees my eyes getting wet.... turned his back and walked away... Why the hell do you care about my cries???"
He looked straight in her eyes and said ..................
To the reader's :- Yet again I need your help... please finish this. Write for the girl and write for this boy. Thanks.