The last goodbye

Heavy grey clouds suffocated the sky, concealing the daylight as unforgiving rain filled the world below. Bright flashes of lightning topped with startling thunderbolts. The nature was resonating with my deep self. The only difference was that the nature was expressive but I was too conscious to let it out. The riveting emotions were intensifying with each passing heartbeat. I was feeling blue and the color I could see was a dusky black as if it were a bleak mid-winter prying into my soul. The internal friction would never end.  Nevertheless, I summed up my courage and left for Grace's place in my car.

The rain was dripping heavily. People were walking on the street under their umbrella. People who were visionary and cheerful, people who just had started experiencing life, people who met a dead end in their life and going through an existential crisis, people who still had hope of making through everything and more. Multitude of people sharing the same street yet different fates. Making it through the thousand of thoughts whirling in my head, I reached Grace's place. I picked up the ring I had bought for proposing Grace few days back. I did not want to get under the umbrella to keep myself from getting wet. I wanted to sync myself with the sprinkle of waterdrops soaked to my skin. I wanted to feel my body drenching in the rain. I wanted to feel the falling drops caressing my skin. But, why did it even matter at that moment? The very moment when being hopeful hurt.

I made a few brisk steps forward and broke my steps in front of her door. I managed to knock the door with my shivering hands. I kneeled down with a ring on my hand waiting to have a glimpse of her. After a brief moment, she opened the door and stood upright beside it. My eyes locked on her face. It was obvious that she had been weeping and crying. Her swollen eyes spoke the heart out to me. Her hair seemed and felt like as if it were a labyrinth with no way out. I was barely holding the swelling fire of sadness and despair in me. "Will you marry me, Grace?", I broke the heart-wrenching silence. Her eyes started to water. Her tears started slipping seemingly unstoppable.

The melancholic silence was being pierced by her sobbing. She paced herself towards me and wrapped me around her arms. My eyes filled to the brim, my heart galloped on faster with each stride and I was melting dearly in her arms. I let my emotions loosen up that I had been holding in for what it felt like an eternity. We were so close that even our heartbeats felt louder to us. I could no longer see through my tears but I could feel her warm ambience to my sadness. She then tenderly whispered to me," Our paths are meant to diverge but this is not the end, Harry." The faintest colors that I had in me faded into thin air. It was dark, dusty and gloomy all around. Not a shred of lie, yet it still hurt. The repulsing septic truth broke me into million pieces with each piece of me screaming in boundless agony and pain. The pain only the converging paths could soothe. Neither of us could utter a single word. We were draped in each others arm and that was all we wanted at that moment. Not every people who fall in love share the same path and the same fate yet the diverged path is what makes best of people and best of things. Not here, but somewhere beyond this existence, our paths will converge again, our energies will be dancing in unison and our soul will be entwined together. Until then, life goes on as it pleases serving its true essence to us. And just like that we escaped the definition of love.