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"Sometimes when I am alone, I cry," she looked at me, her eyes moist, betraying the smile that she had adorned all this while.
My heart went out to her, as I resisted the urge to hold her tight and hug her so that she could find some solace in the pulsating beats of my heart which swayed in rhythmic motions, dancing in its own free world with the blue veins and red arteries.
As I slowly walked towards the door, I realized that this was probably the last time I was seeing her; perhaps, she understood it too. Brushing her fingers against her moist cheeks, she said "Each love has its own destiny, Rick. Do not regret, 'cause we all are slaves to our fate."
I couldn't face her anymore. Like a coward, I ran out of her house towards my car. I didn't even care to turn back, to check if she was still carrying that deceptive smile which used to hide her pain and anguish most of the time.
Four years evaporated in a flash. I turned on the engine and forced my left foot on the accelerator. As the clouds of dusts gathered around my Sedan, I tried to locate her silhouette in the rear view mirror; she wasn't there.
I raced home. My wife and kids were waiting for me to celebrate my birthday.
This Micro-Fiction is shared with Carry On Tuesday.