She felt restless. The hours had been too vacuous. So she stumbled out of the four walls closing in on her, walking in desperation towards the square where they had often met. She hoped to catch a glimpse of peace, being in those cobbled streets which they had frequented. As she turned towards the open café where they had spent many a lazy afternoon, she caught sight of him. The breath caught in her throat. It felt her lungs would burst. The pain throbbed viciously somewhere near the surface. He was engrossed in what the girl, sitting so near him, was telling him. He lifted his right hand and flicked off gently some invisible speck on her left brow. And then he laughed softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Softly, something died inside her.
For many days, I wandered aimlessly in those by-lanes. I would stand for a long time in the alcove, where you once stole a kiss from me. I had been laughing at something silly that you had softly whispered in my ears. You had pulled me unexpectedly in your arms and kissed me, first softly on my lips, and then suddenly the kiss had deepened. Standing there alone in that nook, I could still taste you on my lips. I could still faintly discern your fragrance on my clothes. I would close my eyes and breathe in deeply. It almost felt like your arms were again wrapped around me tightly, hugging me so close that I could feel your heart beat under my skin. I would stand like that lost in those bygone moments, hugging myself. And then it would feel like I was choking. Opening my eyes gasping for air, I would feel suffocated. And I would run like some demons were after me, baring their teeth, eager to devour me. I would run but could never escape. I didn’t know then; those demons were in my head.