Shazil

By Khushi Gupta

"Am I hard to love?" 

She smiles even though there is sadness in her eyes. I feel dizzy. 

"Loving you is as easy as existing. It's like breathing pure air in themorning amongst the grasses and flowers. It's exhilarating to begiventhechance to love you." 

"But what if the air becomes toxic ? It will be hard to exist then knowingyour lungs are breathing in poison. It will kill every plant every flower including you." A tear drops from my eyes. I remind myself 'nocrying.' 

She stills and looks at me blankly. She sighs. Is she getting tiredof metoo? 

"Love can't surpass death" I continue. 

" Everyone has a flawed definition of love which they pretend tobelievetogive themselves false sense of solace." 

"You're not hard to love Shazil. You were never hard to love." Shesmiles, but this time it isn't genuine. This time it's filled with...sorrow? I feel likeI'm losing my breath slowly , like I'm going into a deeper slumber. Will I wake up again? 

"I love you Shazil. I'm sorry for not being able to protect you. I'msosorry."

She breaks down but somehow her sobs sound fainter every passingminute. What's going on? I feel her hand on my eye. 

"Sleep little angel , we'll meet soon and maybe next time life wouldn't beso cruel to us."

By Khushi Gupta