The sun stared down at me..as I looked back, until a familiar figure sheltered my face from its blistering ray. A young man with his duffel bag in hand. The realization set in for me, it was the day he was to part, I wanted to hold onto him and tell him not to go..but I was too afraid of what he might think of me then.
He placed a hand under my chin, and questioned about the tear that had unknowingly fallen down from my cheek without permission, he drew a thumb across it..to wipe it away, but kept his hand there..right then, those three words I thought I'd never say came whispering through my lips..
'I Love You, Gippal. I really do.'
I could hear my voice tremble in those words that escaped. He brought my face up to his, and lightly pressed his lips upon mine,
"I know."
He said. And that's all he said. My heart beat fast, for the sun was too bright that day, or maybe that wasn't the only reason. No, it was a number of things. . like, was he going to be safe?
He looked at the boat arriving for his departure and began walking towards it, but stopped, keeping his eyes astray, as if it were too difficult to look at me..he said,
"A good story isn't a story, if it doesn't have an ending."