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Because it was not his fault.


It was 3:37 a.m.
She re-checked her phone. Her message was still unseen. A tear rolled down her cheek.
It was raining heavily. She could hear the harsh wind and the rain-drops hitting the roof. She went out and let the water prick her skin. It pained. But this pain was overlapping the prior. She lost the count of her tears.
She missed the ones she had left behind. She missed the care she used to receive. The pampering. She missed how her carelessness was ignored and she was reciprocated with love.

 It was that evening that he told her 
'We will Skype soon.' 
She jumped with excitement. Helped her grandmother with all her work. But time just didn't pass! She went for bath. She bathed for long, sang along. Wore her best. Wore makeup. She did not take her dinner. She was too excited to eat. Then, she grabbed her phone. She had a message.
'Lol. It takes u that long'
She replies 'My Wifi is not working. I badly wanna Skype.'

Of course! You could tell it from her face. She had been jumping around all this while. She thought about him all day. The day when he would come from his continent to hers. They could roam around together. She knew she was just his friend. But, then, she longed for more. His charm was over her head. Her fantasy, she saw, was coming alive.

'Me too, but I can't'   It was 10:52 p.m. IST
Her jaw touched the ground.

'You just said we can'
'I said we will Skype soon. That doesn't mean today'

Nobody came from nowhere, took her heart out and crushed it under his feet. She was shattered.
Her rage was at its peak. She took it all out on him. She ordered. She blackmailed. She pleaded. Just to regret later. He was not the one who'd listen. She knew he was busy.
It was the fault of those unspoken words!

'Can you make it till 3?' She somehow managed to calm down.
'I'm not sure but I will do my best'

Her hopes were high. Alas! She kept staring the television screen. Unaware of what it showed. Her phone vibrated. It was 2:35 a.m. IST
'Can u come at 9 in the morning'
She stared at the screen with wide eyes. She did not want that tear to roll down. She failed to hold it back
'Wow. I'll try. U could have told me before'
Later, she reluctantly said No for she knew she wouldn't, under any circumstances, deny talking to him.
They had a brief, abusive fight.

'But I have been awake just for u'
'I never told you to'
She could say no more. 
She came inside_Damp. She did not want to check her phone. She lay on her bed. A few minutes passed. She fished for her phone in the dark. 4:53 a.m. There was no message. She fought that lump in her throat. 
She set an alarm of 8:45 and dozed off.






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