The morning after a serious cosy-cute-romantic-dreamy-exhilarating-perfect midnight, was just as horrible as not being able to meet your desired celebrity in short of a few seconds.
When that worst day came, I was insane looking for My Mr Man In Black everywhere. Just the time I woke up I took a peek at the clock and it was 9:12 in the morning. I jumped out of my bad shouting at Molly to wake her up as well. Then our hearts were broken into million-unrepairable pieces as soon as my mom gave the news, "Where are you going? He has left already." The ground beneath my feet slipped out. It was extremely excruciating. The sun shined that day with unreasonable haze. Not only because he left. It was because I couldn't believe he didn't give me a chance to see his face and say a single goodbye even for the last time. But I hoped for this to be the last straw and tried to reassure myself, "Hang in there! You gotta face this! If you missed this, no problem, something great is waiting for you! You've gotta spread your wings, you've your whole life left to do something more than NB."
Molly was devastated and became the crying baby. I was trying to keep strong and hide my tears randomly. 'Cause sometimes you can't wear your heart on your sleeves. At one stage, it was being very difficult. People around us were teasing us very badly and water was going from the top of our heads. Over that, the day he left, 30th December, was full of flashbacks of how he smiled, talked and walked with his hands in his pocket. Afterwards, I saw him in only Snapchat pics. I was more afraid of the long period of meeting him as having said earlier.
His brother and parents were still there whereas he left without spending the New Year's. We were grounded by their weird looks and sarcastic laughs which were indeed rubbing salt over that ineffable pain we were dealing with. NB's dear brother scoffed, "Are you two okay since he left? I mean, are you still alive?" "Nobody's life is stopped for someone. FYI, we're having a great time. You better plan for the New Year!" I remarked. Though I lied about having fun without Mr Black, but couldn't think of anything else to answer back that time.
The 31st, the most awaited day, the New Year's Eve. That New Year's night all we're dancing. But me, one side, was thinking, "I wish you had stayed My Man In Black." Others were forcing me to dance as well but I avoided it. I mean, how could I as I didn't get the chance to celebrate with him!