A boy named me 1

“I am sorry jack, I really am sorry for everything. Please forgive me if you can because I know it’s impossible but...” Jane falls silent as jack places a finger on her lip. They both stood in front of his house, at two in the morning, she was with the luggage in her hand and, Jack responds quickly,
“Please don’t say that Jane, you know better than me that I am me, only because you were with me”
“Yes, you are sad and depressed and irritated all thanks to me, I have ruined your entire life and now I have to leave”

He dint have an answer and she dint have the courage to speak anymore. A flight passed above them and after that it was absolute silence except for the wind blowing and a song which was mildly audible from jack’s earphones, through his I-Pod. There was silence for a long time and it was getting deeper into the souls, and making the tension thicker. They both were sure that this was over, for good, but they did not want to let that settle in. It was hard but they knew they had to let go. At that instant they both felt something. Some urge that pushed them. There was a thud of bags. A second later they both were in each other’s arms, close and comfortable. Just like how they imagined their life with each other would have been with each other.

Then he kept looking down and tears were flowing from his eyes. She kept her frozen white hands on his cheeks and raised his face. Their eyes met for a second and they came so close that their noses were touching. She then patted his nose with hers and ran her hands through his hair and then joined her forehead with his, and closed her eyes and said “take care Jackie boy. I am going to miss you more than anything in this world.” Saying this she kissed him softly on his lips. He dint move and was still crying.

Then she turned to take her luggage which was around 2 steps from her. While going, she stopped still in the second step. His hand were stretched out and holding hers. He looked up at that instant and from his view she looked like a damsel, dressed in white, under moonlight, face glowing because of tears. He was not all bad himself. Not so fair, long hair which suited his face, tall, athletic, wearing a white t-shirt and black tracks, white earphones around his neck and iPod in his pocket.

He pulled her close to him and said, “You look absolutely angelic in this costume. Can I have one last dance with you?” saying this he went down to his knees and held out his hands. She let go of his hand and turned to pick her bag. Sad and disappointed, he again looked down. Without his knowledge he was still sitting in the same position but a million thoughts were running through his head and the worst part was he did not know which problem to focus on. Then suddenly a hand held his hand, obviously it was her. She said, “How can I say no to you. But how will we dance without music?” He took out his iPod and increased the volume to the maximum. Then he said, “Look into my eyes and don speak, you will love this song.” The song was audible and it was one in a million by Miley Cyrus. Tears filled her eyes as it was one of their most favorite songs. Yet she dint say a word. He held her hips and pulled her close to him. She kept her hands on his shoulder and they both were moving with the music, or rather moving with each other. The street lamp went off suddenly it was the entire moon light, an angel and a guy on the street.

The song ended yet they continued to dance. They knew they had to let go sometime, they just dint know it was going to be so soon. She then hugged him tight and he wrapped his arms around her. Then without a choice she let go of him. She asked him if he could give her one last ride. “Sure, just wait I will go and get my car, give me 15 minutes.” When he walked she held his hands and said, “No Jackie, I meant in my bike.” After a long silence he agreed.

Reluctantly he went into her house and turned on the lights. As he looked around, his mind was clouded with memories, memories of him and her. It was just for a few seconds but a million events flashed in front of him. He reached out for the key on the hanger. When he saw the key-chain, it made his dry lips break into a weak but a happy smile. Slowly he touched the key-chain and moved his hand through it. After a few seconds he took the key from the hanger and turned around.

As he started to walk away he tripped and fell down face first. He hurt his nose and was clenching his nose with one hand and helping himself up with the other. But his eyes caught something under the bed and he stopped still. Heaps of colorful paper stacked up. His heart skipped a beat as he was observing those papers. He stretched his arms to reach them. He was an inch away when he stopped. He waited for a second and dropped his hands, closed his eyes looking down, slowly shook his head and got up. With a million thoughts in his head he started walking towards the door.

His hands were shivering and he was sweating all over. He went into the garage to take the bike. It was brand new as he had gifted to her. Not even one scratch on the sparkling bike. On the side he saw just one small sticker. Again he went near it and touched it. He opened the seat, under it there was a piece of cloth. Smile was even brighter this time on his dark face. Then he closed the seat, put on the keys and started the bike.
To be continued.....