MaYa
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Unfinished Yet Beutiful - 5 [Final]
After waiting for half a month, she finally saw him again in the chatroom, but this time, she was traveling with friends. A long call or continuous conversation wasn’t possible, yet she couldn’t resist sending him a private message. Hiding the storm inside her, she typed, "Hello… how are you?"
His reply came quickly, as if he had been expecting her, "Yes, I was a bit busy. Oru yatrayilayirunnu."
She responded, "Oh, okay. I’m outside now. When will you be available for a talk?"
"Tomorrow, at this same time," he said, "We can talk. By the way, how is your new project going?"
She smiled softly, as if her heart had just found its missing piece. "It’s going well. Okay, then, we will talk tomorrow."
The next day, as promised, he came online. They exchanged a few messages before switching to a call, and at last, she saw him. Her eyes filled with tears, her lips trembled, words failing her.
"I came back, right? Why are you sad?" he asked gently.
She couldn't reply, her tears spoke for her. The warmth of his presence, after all these days, melted the walls she had tried to build. He comforted her with his words, his voice wrapping around her like a shield.
She hesitated before asking, "Is there someone else in your life?"
His answer was "No." But it wasn’t the answer she needed.
She wanted him to say "No, because it’s only you." But his silence after that single word told her everything she had been running away from.
He didn’t try to convince her that this love would hurt, he knew she wouldn’t believe him. Instead, he told her she could text him whenever she wanted, and he would reply when he was free. It was his way of keeping her close while pushing her away.
Their routine continued, short chats, a "Good morning" when she woke up, a "Good night" before sleeping. She clung to these little moments as if they were enough, as if they could fill the emptiness inside her. But he knew, deep down, that he had to set her free.
She, on the other hand, was lost in the love he painted for her. She was his Cinderella, dreaming of a fairy tale, unaware that this story had no happy ending.
Over the next month, they spoke only a few times. Every time she spoke, her love overflowed. Every time he replied, he tried to make her understand. "This isn’t real," his words screamed, but she never heard them.
One night, they talked late, and he promised to call her early the next morning. She set an alarm, heart racing with excitement.
Morning came, but his call never did.
She waited, checked her phone, and finally sent him a message. He read it but didn’t reply. Her heart pounded in panic. She texted again, asking if everything was okay.
That was the moment he knew, it was time for him to be cruel, to be the villain in her story.
His reply came, cold, sharp, cutting into her like a blade,
"I am not the person you think I am. I can’t live up to someone’s expectations. I want peace and happiness, and your love can never offer me that. It’s irritating, you being like this. Please stay away from me."
She felt her world shatter. She read the words over and over again, each time feeling another crack in her heart. Then, as if to erase every memory they shared, he deleted their entire chat. Leaving nothing behind.
That day, she missed her cab, reached the office late, and nearly collapsed during her presentation. She was breaking, and he had already moved on.
That evening, she entered the chatroom again. He was there, talking to another woman, laughing.
Did he not feel her pain? Not even a little?
Then, as if to destroy the last piece of hope left in her, she received a message from him,
"If you are waiting for me, please don’t. I am in another conversation, and your waiting would disturb me."
She felt like she had been hit by a storm. The same man who once cared for her pain was now indifferent to it.
Tears burned her eyes. She took leave from work for two days. She needed time.To cry, to grieve, to mourn the love she had lost before it even began. She called her best friend and told her everything.
Her friend sighed, "It’s him, dear. Don’t you know him? His love is unreachable for anyone in that site. Just cry if you need to, then try to move on."
And that’s what she did. She let the pain sink in, then let it go. Slowly, she felt herself breathing again. The madness in her love started fading.
A few days later, a message popped up on her screen.
"Everything is fine now, right?"
She stared at it for a moment before replying, "That’s what you always wanted, right? Yes, I’m alright now. Focusing on my goals."
"That’s what I wanted," he replied, "That day, I had no other choice. I couldn't watch you ache every day for me. I am happy you are okay."
She smiled, but this time, it wasn’t the same.
"You are special to me. No one else can replace you in my heart, now or ever. But I won’t come behind you anymore. That love is buried inside me. Only you can dig it out one day, but I know you never will. At first, I was angry at you. But then I realized, you, who knows how to love deeply, would never hurt me brutally. This was your way of protecting me. But as I said, I have killed the madness of my love for you."
He just smiled.
She took a break from the chat site, and when she returned, they still talked, as good friends, both knowing the truth, both knowing that no matter what they called it, they had once been something more.
Now, she was free. She could fly, touch the sky, and breathe without waiting for his messages.
Love is divine, love is madness, love is a weapon.
It starts as something beautiful, then takes over, and finally, it destroys. One-sided love is magical, until it starts eating away at the soul.
Still, he remained special to her, the one she saw from a distance, no longer waiting.
