“Tshering, can you forgive me for the last time?” He sounded sincere like before but I was no naïve then.
“Isn’t that what you said last time or before last time and way before that?” He gave me all the reasons to ‘harden’, if I put in a nicer way ‘stronger’.
“I know, I don’t deserve another chance but I am a changed man. I will do all things it takes to make up to you.” He pleaded in the dark night of the dark phase of his life, but it didn’t even budge me a little.
“You don’t have to do anything.” His matter least bothered me now.
“Trust me! Tshering.” I regretted for not lighting the porch as I wanted to look at his eyes to see whether it changes its color when he lies. Had I been connoisseur in observing, I might have caught him when he lied first, second and many times after that.
“It’s really late. You should go home.” I said, though my mind was screaming ‘Applause to you, you even have a guts to ask me trust you after all those gross things you did to me.’
“Consider once and answer me.” He didn’t push me this time, maybe he knew that I reached at end point.
“Goodnight.” I didn’t want to give him a hope of something impossible.
“Goodnight. Take care.” I heard him barely whispering.
He turned and walked away with a drooping shoulder in a rhythmic way, blending perfectly with the dark lord as distance stretched between us.
I stood at the door longer than I expected, savoring the freedom of ‘Letting it Go’. I felt nothing; regrets, remorse, hatred, disappointments or anything I should feel at that moment. It stunned me, then I was smiling since I was stronger than I thought. Actually, much stronger than a stumbling girl who used to cry at every little thing; a girl I used to be.