Shattered

She watched him walk off, until the tears in her eyes blurred her vision. Even after he was long gone, she stood rooted at that spot, staring after him, unmindful of the passer-by’s staring at her, and the tears that were flowing so freely. She was standing at the turning of the road, and the traffic, as usual was not much. She remembered the day she met him here for the first time. They didn’t want anyone in office to know that they were seeing each other, and hence had decided to meet here at the corner of the road, far away from prying eyes and gossiping colleagues.
Since then, for two years, everyday (except Sundays) they met here, coming and going separately, taking the utmost care that no one ever saw then together.
Which is why she couldn’t tell anybody what he had dome to her. All she could do was cry, cry and cry.
And cry some more.
Besides that she was helpless.
She couldn’t understand that how could one person, the same person make her feel like such opposite things.
First, make her feel like a queen, like the center of his world, like the most wanted person on earth (in a good sense), like the most loved person in the world, like the prettiest girl in the world, like she deserved better than him.
And then, like the scum of the earth, like the most selfish person on earth, like the worlds biggest loser, like the worlds ugliest girl, like he deserved better than her.
Someone passed by in a blue shirt, and through her blurry eyes, she caught the color blue. He had a blue shirt, in which she thought he looked really good.
A Honda Civic zoomed by. His favorite car.
How was she to live without him, when each and everything she saw reminded her of him?
Did he not remember her when he saw chocolates in a shop (her favorite), or when he saw a swift (her favorite car)?
How could so calmly say such horrible things without batting an eyelid, when the mere thought of those things made her weep like a baby?
A thousand other questions bombarded her head, answers to which she didn’t have and would never get.
After all, it was over.
After 2 years, 5 months, and 28 days.
Just two days short of their two and a half year anniversary.
She would have o return that ipod she bough him.
May be not.
Maybe she would keep it as a reminder of all the good times.
Or as as proof of her stupidity.
She was jolted out of her thoughts, finally, by a rubber ball that hit the windshield of a car parked nearby. The glass shattered and fell like crystal snow everywhere.
The loud accompanying noise is what broke her thoughts.
She looked at the glass, and thought of her heart.
Both shattered.
Only, her heart made no noise and it was irreparable.
Until next time…