Souls of different element

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 Lines choke her heart as she doesn’t know where he started and how they began. She remembered their conversation, with every pause that he took she felt a little more drawn to him. She was a drizzle and he was a hurricane, what they had could never be explained. Whatever element her soul was made of his was utterly different. Her soul would want a sneak peek into his soul to unravel the irrationality of her emotions. Her rules had been the same over the years, with him around she just played with the heart.

They were half-heartedly fighting for something they could have but sanity made them choose not to!   
They were fighting for them, for the one last time.
His eyes could keep her alive for another century, how she chose to look away.  Life moved on. She would smile thinking they still breathe in the same world!

As she wishes him good bye, deep down she prays their paths to cross again. 

She will bury her soul, a soul which adamantly has announced a corner for him against the wishes of her intellect. She will pretend that nothing happened and he was just somebody she used to know. For the fear of being treated the same by him. And maybe he would do the same as the same fear will drive him too.

While their hearts will die for one last conversation, the parachute of ego will never let that happen.




                                                                                                                       to be continued ….

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