Stuck In The Middle of Regrets | A Short Story

She was standing in front of my house when I reached home, I am trying to ignore her after some incidents with her that hurt me very badly.

I knew that she is there for just to talk to me back into the relationship. I also had the intention to break up with her for a long time, maybe I chose this incident as the opportunity to do it.

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From her look in the eyes, I could see something different from this distance. It was reflecting something from the light which was next to her. She knew that I will be coming home this much late. I still feel sympathy about her for coming for me after all these bad behaviours from me.

I am trying to act normally without showing my inner emotions, I know that If I try to act a little bit easy, she's gonna come back again in my life. How I can be this cruel like this? It's this kind of questions I don't have an answer. I can never justify my side, maybe all these regrets are going to last all my life.

Now she's looking at me in the eye. She was starting to say something.

"Why are you avoiding me?" Usually, when she asks this she was sad, but now there is a toughness in her voice. That look in her face, it's hard for me to break it and tell some lies. So I stayed silent.

"If you want to break up don't consider this small thing as a reason for it. Just say it and I will be gone forever." She asked again, but this time I could see tears coming out. But she again tried to pretend to be strong.

"I want to break up," I said that to her face. Now, feel like I am the worst human being in this world. I stood in front of her like some kind of criminal who doesn't have any explanation to justify his wrongdoing. She looked at me, there were anger and despair. Then she left.

I knew it was the most and thing to do in this world, love and cheat. That regret is still inside me and haunting me each day. I have done a lot of bad things this's just something hard to recover from. It was the pure selfishness that made me do it.

One day I got a letter from her, I thought that she will be blaming me for all this. But it was about her marriage, she invited me. Then she said something at the end of the letter.

"Don't Come. Just leave me alone, I can't bear any more wounds."

Then I have heard someday that she left the country with her husband. May be she may have recovered and had a pleasant life. But for me, there's still that pain and I knew that it's going to haunt me forever.