| Innaya |
Not too often in life, one encounters incidents that leave one debating, if to brighten up, feel remorseful or grieve on the same. I felt awful to admit that I encountered the very same incident.
I was remorseful for I had made the man feel worst who had always, always stood by my side, always lifted my fallen figure, always held me firmly whenever my inner demons tried to pull me to the world of darkness, always stayed patient and loving despite I being ridiculously reticent about myself.
I was grieving over the loss of what Eshan and I had. It was truly something else. Something so precious that losing the sense of him being with me had me lose every bit of my sanity.
