Bad news
A tragic event happened and turned her smily face into a tearful one. Indeed, one day she called me. Her voice was brittle and I could feel that she was crying. She told me that her father died in a car accident. I really felt sorry for her. She repeated that when he had been alive, she had not seen his importance. As he was gone, she could feel how close he was to her. She added that she would not come for one week as she will go to her mother's house. I told her that there was no problem and tried to comfort her. That day, I went to her house to make sure that she was doing fine. I helped her with some household chores. Some other co-workers came so she felt better. The next day, she went to her mother's house. I did not receive any message or calls since she was gone. I was worried but I also realized how I depended on her. It was as if one part of me was gone. I tried to phone her hundreds of time per day but she did not get any of my calls. I was getting mad. I became angrier and sometimes scolded the workers for no reasons. The separation was turned into uncontrollable anger. I could neither eat nor sleep properly. I managed for one week and was eager to see her. The next week, she came back. She did not have that enthusiastic attitude of hers. I tried to convince her that we cannot change the past but that in the present we must do our utmost to be happy. After a few days, she was getting better because of work. I also recovered from the time she was absent. She slowly forgot about her loss even though sometimes I could see that her father's memories were still haunting her.
I really wanted to tell all my feelings towards her but I could not. Indeed, I was too shy. Each time I would go to reveal my sentiments, my heart beat would race and my voice would become brittle. I would finally talk about something else. I did not know if it was the fear of being rejected or the apprehension that my strong friendship with her would be broken. Anyway, it was not the right time to talk about this as she was still trying to recover from the death of her father.
One day, I heard that Yazhini was going to move to New York for a new project. She was going to stay there for at least two years. I was upset and confused. I tried to look for her in the office. I finally found her in the cafeteria with the other workers who were congratulating her. I tried to keep a happy face but I was crying inside. What else could I do? If you really love a person then you will do your best to help them fulfil their ambitions, won't you? She already told me that moving to New York was her dream but I never expected that she would go there so quickly. She was indeed happy and there was no signs of regret on her face. At that particular moment, I was in the middle of a storm of interrogations. Did she love me? Are we just friends? Does she really feel nothing towards me? Why did she take such a drastic decision so close to the death of her father? What should I do? I was not able to stay without her for one week. I did not know how I would be able to manage for two years.
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