Even when seasons had changed, she hadn't forgotten him.
His eyes that of the greek-hunk David was hauntingly embedded, in those memories, of her first ever childhood-crush forever in her heart.
It was a fantasy, she knew, to want him near; a sad fantasy it'd remain, had it not been that impulse-jump, he had made, down that tall ancient-tower.
He was in love with her best-friend, who had instead fallen for his; a love-triangle so twisted, that led to the gruesome fate.
As the water dripped, she knew she might’ve wanted those memories to linger, but it was worthless.
Copyright 2015 © Nandini Deka
what a sad story
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written ,but it's so sad.
ReplyDeleteLove triangle always ends with one getting hurt. Nicely written
ReplyDeleteoh so sad
ReplyDeleteThose love triangles tho..so sad! ♥
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