It was a gloomy afternoon. I was staring at you. I knew it will be the last and I knew I had to say everything I need before the day ends.
I spoke, but I was stuttering. Then there was silence, but the silence between us was different. It was not like how it used to be. This silence was uncomfortable. It is as if both of us are giving each other a chance to speak their mind out. I lose. I broke the silence.
I asked you if there is no more chance, if there is no part of you which wants us back, our relationship back. You looked down. I heard you whisper “yes”. Then the silence was back. I told you to say it in front of my face. I wanted you to stare at me. Then you did. I felt the pain through your eyes. You said “yes, I cannot get it back”. Then I smiled.