A Lovely Delusion (Short Story) - Chapter 6
A Lovely Delusion - Chapter 6:
That day I could not meet Hannah. She was no where; I suspected if she would have gone if she had known the bad intentions and thoughts my family and friends have been thinking about her all that long - I was feeling so embarrassed. Later that day, Joe and Lydia came to me, to lighten me up, to make me feel alive, as Dr. Martin recommended. But nothing could have cheered me up at that time. I was deep into a valley of thoughts with a stunned beep in my head as a flash bang has just hit me. I was thinking about what happened in Dr. Martin's clinic. Could that be true?
Suddenly I did not want to think about it any more, because it was too gross to doubt Hannah, rather I should say, it was too gross to doubt 'Hannah's existence at all'. Time passed by swiftly; Joe and Lydia kept talking to me but I was not listening to them at all. I excused:
"Can I go on the terrace please? I think I need some fresh air."
Joe nodded reluctantly. He was thinking that I should not be all alone. Who was I? A mad person who cannot control his nerves! Sheer stupidity and utter humiliation that was for me. Huh!
Any way, I came upstairs and what I saw was unbelievable and shocking. I saw Hannah waiting there for me, on the far side of the building. Her beautiful eyes have always strengthen me and this is precisely what they were doing right then. Her innocent face, her blushing cheeks. How could someone even think them all to be false and a hallucination. Only a belief that angels do not exist in this dying world, can support a justification that she is not real.
I rushed towards her, hugged her and suddenly I felt that all the torments of my life have just vanished and withered away again. After a stagnant look, I realized, that she was actually crying. I asked her about the reason but she did not reply. Although, after my continuous insistence, she finally broke the ice:
Hannah: "I know what they told you. I am so disappointed, Sam, that even you did not trust me."
Me: "No Hannah! I did not believe them at all. That is why I am here with you. I love you and I trust you and I know that you are real. I can even feel your existence deep inside of me. I do not care what everybody is thinking, it is me who will spend my rest of the life with you. I am not going any where."
Hannah: "No. You will leave me one day, neither you will trust me always. I know. I know."
Me: "This not true, love. You will have to believe me on this that I trust you with my life."
Hannah: "Is that true?"
Me: "Of course, this is true, love."
Hannah: "Will you prove it to me?"
Me: "Proof? Anything love."
She hugged me; kissed me on the forehead; spared a brief smile and said by dragging me with my hand.
Hannah: "Come on then. Come with me"
Do you believe in fate? Do you believe in love?
At least I never believed in either of them, but now I do. I believe in fate but more than that I believe in love now. That is why now I have the courage to do what I am about to do. It may not be simple enough for many people to understand but it is totally crystal-clear to me.
She wants me to go with her, and as I promised that I will be there with her anytime she would call; I am going to fulfill my promise now. Both of us are standing on the very edge of the 13th floor tower building. She asked me to proof my trust and love for her. She promised me that there is a world after this where we both can live in each other's arms and can embrace the happiness and joys life together, and she wants me to trust her on this. She wants an evidence of my quote that I trust her with my life. Now it is time to proof my love and trust for her. Now it is time to believe that she is real. Now it is the time to do something for her and repay all the happiness she has given me.
With all these thoughts; my hand in her hand, against her soft and delicate skin; a cool breeze striking our faces; a calm, peaceful and soothing feeling; a vision of our future; a smile on our faces; and now I know that I am not going to regret what I am about to do, because I know I can trust her, and with love in my heart, I jump ...!
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