Imagination #13 ~The Infinite loop called KARMA~ Part III

Before going through this part, make sure you know what led them here.
Link to the first part:  http://styzie.blogspot.in/2015/03/imagination-13-infinite-loop-called.html

My soul degraded, every minute I stayed there. The only strengthening force was the warmth of his hand is mine. Every day I stared at him, with the hope that he would wake up and smile at me. And then, I would question myself, ‘Would he ever?’

It was because of me he lay there fighting this battle. I should have been there, not he. How on earth was it possible for a person to be in such distressed condition with just a sliced wrist? How could a single stroke bring harm of such caliber? Stress, anxiety, guilt, hatred, he had a lot of reasons for his body to function like that, with the top one being my name. It’s never just the physical cut which matter; what come with it are the emotional aspects, worsening the condition.

The doctors said my prayers kept him from leaving. Was I being selfish? I was praying because I needed him. On the contrary he was going through pain which had no limits. How could I let go? I couldn’t. I was responsible for the critical state of his condition. He was neither living, nor was he dead. He couldn’t even die peacefully because of me. What curse had I bought upon him! The only thing I could hear from his part was the beeping sound of the machine. It assured me that he could be here, anytime soon. He could talk to me again and love me again.

Just as she occupied herself with these thoughts, she felt a jerk. His fingers moved and the machine started beeping faster than usual. It stunned her. She couldn’t say anything. He was in coma for more than a year and this was his first movement since then. “Doctor… He… doctor!” she called. He started breathing heavily as he opened his eyes. He looked at her and a tear dropped close to his pillow. She went close to his face; she felt as though he wanted to say something. She went closer. The oxygen mask was filled with his gasps. “I…” he said with constant panting. “Sorry.” He blurred and another tear fell out. She looked at him with wet eyes. He looked at her and tried curving his lips into a smile. It was as though the moment paused forever; a long beep followed. His eyes were fixed to hers and his lips still trying to form the curve. Death was a lot easier.

“Dhalti raat ka ek musafir,

Subha alvida keh chala.

Jeete jee tera ho saka na,

Marke haq ada kar chala..

Na hamara hua,

Na tumhara hua,

Ishq ka ye sitam,

Na gawara hua…”

Background:

When I wrote the second part of this story, I was sure it was going to end that way; with a bit of emotional touch and a lot of suspense. Later that day, my friend asked me why I didn’t give it a proper ending. Why did I leave it in the middle? I really wanted the readers to figure that out, but he just wouldn’t give up. He wanted me to give in some end. I didn’t say anything then... After some days, when I came across this song from the movie ‘phantom’, I felt a tingle. It was on repeat (I guess I heard this song even more than ‘tum hi ho’ :P) I wanted to write something related to it, and this thing popped up. Even though the end is sad, there are some rainbows forming up. The fact that even death couldn’t separate both the souls is on a level unimaginable. Of course, she lived and he died, but even when that moment was close, all he could think of was her. Imagining about situations like these, gives me chills.

Sorry for the long note. I just had to write it :)

#StyZie