On Friendship –Part 2.

“I walked away from her. I shattered her already fragile heart. I broke my promise. I walked away. I am to be blamed. I did it.” He murmured.

He couldn't bear to see her cry, he couldn't wait over there and see her demolish right in front of him. He couldn't leave her when he needed her more than she needed him, but he had to; for her and for himself; he had to create this ridge between them.

Without even having a last glimpse at her he walked away taking heavy and big steps to escape the chaos he had created, all the while forcing the tears at the brim of his eyes itching to break free.

When he crushed her heart he heard the clink of something break but he knew that it wasn't her heart that he had heard crush on the floor, but his own that had splintered. He could feel the uneasiness in his stomach he always experienced when he trampled all over her, but this time he completely annihilated her.

This time it was permanent. He did not want to let go, but he wasn't fit for her. Except for sadness and pain he had never given her anything. All he did was brutally and cruelly treat her and never respected her for all she was worth; and when he realized it, it was too late. So he let go.

As he walked away from that unholy site, a part of him longed to hear her desperate voice, heavy and saddened with her tears begging for him to stay, to give each other a chance.

But no such call came.

And so he walked away.

Walked away from all the late night memories.
Walked away from all the tears and laughter.
Walked away from all the hugs and shoulder bumps.
Walked away from all the pain that had been long engraved.
Walked away from all those ‘Mornings’ and ‘Nights.’

He did not look back and she did not call him.

And he walked away.