(Wattpad Weekend WriteIn)

It has been nearly five minutes since we are sitting like this. Absolutely still like a picture. The minute I spoke of about Richard her face lost its radiance and became bloodless. After which she has not uttered a word.

"How can, one be so imbecile, to continue loving someone, who doesn't even care about your existence? Even after all the suffering, she has received from him she still believes that one day he will come to soothe her!"

Abruptly, she got up and moved towards the window.

"Whenever someone mentions about him, I feel as if my heart will explode. No matter how much I try..... but still." She paused looking at me.

" Why does it still hurt so much Jenny?"

"Pain doesn't appear in your life just like that, its a sign that something requires to be changed ."

"Jenny ...what do I require to change?"

I felt, a burning sensation in my gut. My temples wanted to explode.

"You know, what screws me up the most, Laura? It's not, my life or yours. It is the picture of your life with Richard which you have!" I said clenching my fists. "Despite knowing, Richard will never come back, you still feel for him. You still think he will come back..."

She lifted her face and glanced straight into my eyes.

" I don't think Jenny... I believe in it. " She mumbled firmly in a scarcely perceptible tone.

"Laura, both of us know that Richard never loved you. He loved your wealth. Otherwise, why would he ever have left you alone, as a bankrupt and go to set up a new life?"

I studied at her lifeless blue eyes, waiting for a response. But she didn't move.

"You see Laura when Richard sent the divorce papers to you. I wasn't shocked at all. Because getting stung by someone whom you hate isn't disturbing. But, what you spoke today, wound me the most. Because getting hurt, from the one whom you love is most painful......"

........

One beautiful morning, while all the neighbors were busy debating the plausible reasons for which, 60 years old Mrs. Laura Richard Anderson committed suicide. One man in his late sixties was resting on his terrace, 30 km from them and was reading the last letter by his Laura.

Dear Jenny,

I know, I have been making things worse for 20 years. Now I am sick of it. I am sick of putting on the smile and living this life, without Richard.

But, I am not sick of thinking he will come back. I still believe we will unite. If not in this birth, maybe on the later.

Thanks for being with me always. I am genuinely indebted to you.

Your true friend

Laura

After reading this his wrinkled face lit up with a smile.

"Laura, you know the toughest part of going away from you, was knowing you won't go after me. Maybe, that is why I agreed to remain down beside you. So that, I can be with you. But you still haven't moved on girl ..........you still haven't.Except time nothing has changed."

A lone tear descended from his black eyes.

"What was, still is ...Laura.....it' still is."