Her Story

 

Grief

 grief is so intrusive and personal to one that, seldom it leaves me devastated

 a young woman grieving over a lost relationship,

 an adult grieving over a financial loss,

 an old adult grieving over losing their spouse,

an old aged human grieving over ravages of time

 

Perhaps I choose to talk about her story, the story of a young woman, lamenting for time and again over the lost essence of her relationship, SiSi.

SiSi was just a teenager when she realized an acquaintance with GiGi was turning into just more than that. It is as weird as the 2 am texts and 4 am drunk calls to someone nowadays. Like every other teenager, Sisi got attracted to the inadequate attention and dingy gestures by GiGi. They both used to go to school together on the same school bus and that's how things started. Young Sisi now started reserving a seat for her boyfriend GiGi, letting him enter her la la land love stories. As days passed, SiSi and GiGi started going out for lunches at the cafeteria and fell in love with each other so much so that they could promise the world to each other no matter what. On the other hand, SiSi was a beautiful, little, gossip queen, her GiGi, short-tempered, controlling, and demanding. She would succumb to all his demands and in turn, was misemployed, maltreated, and misused. His ruthless actions injured her day by day, mentally, emotionally, and physically. She, new to the world of romance, believed that this was all merely a part of their relationship. As school ended, the school bus ended, she realized as a mature young lady, that she was going wrong, that GiGi was wrong, and took a decision to redirect their relationship. After a bazillion failed attempts towards modifying Gigi’s behavior and their relationship. She gave up, decided to depart, to flee away from a relationship of 3 years that was getting onto her nerves now. Being obsessed with SiSi, GiGi didn’t let go of her, for it had become a daily routine to him. It’s been 6 years now, she feels trapped in this hurdle called a relationship, she finds herself locked up in a room with no windows throwing in sunlight, the light of hope, the light of happiness. For she has left it over to a rainy day!

promises. trust. communication. intimacy. are all alien to her.

denial. skepticism. abuse. force. are all native to her.

And that’s her story!

For she, wanted to engrave their names into the sand before the sea waters hugged and drifted it away.

For he, just wasn't listening to her story, neither did he wish to do so any soon?