Another drink will help, well, maybe it should help. He filled up his empty glass and gulped it down his already burning throat. ‘Pain kills pain’, he thought. He smiled with teary eyes. Once the burning of his throat stopped, that same pain came back from his pounding heart. The weight of someone’s memories, some unfulfilled dreams, promises & desires, all together on his heart. He could feel the painful heaviness. He felt the need for another drink.
He took the bottle & tried to empty the already empty bottle in the empty glass to fulfill his wish of letting ‘her’ go out of his heart.
He felt pity for his foolishness. Tears fell down his red eyes. He heard someone sobbing from the next room but ignored it. He had much to worry about other than that sound.
Balancing himself, he tried to get up from the couch on which he had spent the maximum of his time after getting married; at least he made himself believe that. The symptoms of being in an unhappy married life.
Somehow he walked up to the corner table on which laptop was eagerly waiting for him. He had sleepy eyes but still, wanted to see something else other than the bed.
He logged on the laptop and opened up the secret folder where his life was hiding from the world.
‘This folder is empty’.
He closed his eyes when realized what he had done a few days back. The question was not that what he did was right or wrong but the question was, what could be the remedy of it? How he’s going to let ‘her’ go. How?
He looked around, a room with memories, those quite and calm sleepy days and naughty nights; there was no feeling, there was nothing that they had left to share with each other, except that one photograph on which his gaze finally got fixed upon. Photograph of his marriage. How badly he wished to see ‘her’ instead of her.
He wanted to cry, or rather howl in pain and let everyone know what he is feeling right now but he stopped. A promise stopped him, a promise of never crying. ‘How cruel you are!’ He thought and smiled in pain.
Finally, he decided to hit the bed next to the lady whom he never loved but got married in hope of moving on in life, just like ‘she’ did. He was not angry at her, how could he ever be? He was just following the road that ‘she’ paved for him but nothing worked for him and may be, for ‘her’ too.
He looked at the clock, 2 ‘ o clock, time to sleep. He forwarded towards the bedroom where his wife was still sobbing. He felt bad for her. Three or maybe four lives may get destroyed because of one illegitimate love. He had to let her go and give his wife what she deserves.
He grabbed her from behind while falling on the bed next to her, rubbed her wet eyes and when she turned, he faked a smile too.
He could see ‘her’ in his wife. He knew he was hallucinating but still hugged her tightly and asked the Almighty, ‘How can I let ‘her’ go!’.