Heal

I stood on the balcony gazing blankly at the crashing waves, and the coffee cup in my hand also went cold. I ran my fingers over my face and pulled my hair back with the wind. The cold wind blows my tears away, and my cheeks dry up. I left the coffee mug on the floor and moved out to avoid the strong wind. That's when I saw him.

He stood alone against the blue sky in a dark, frozen place. He was standing on that rock by the sea. In the stillness, he was gazing at the sea. Like I was looking at a few minutes ago. The sky turned pink, then deep rust. He spent some more time there until it was dark.

He slowly descended from the rocks and moved away from the sand in the darkness with his head bowed. As long as he was there, my vision was following him. My eyes did not move until he disappeared behind the bushes. Then I closed the balcony door and went back to the empty room. I was healing myself back home, or at least I was supposed to be healed at that time.

Now was the time to seek peace, empathy, and shared tears. The sorrows left me alone. I used to miss Shovon every moment. He was a wonderful person, and I was shocked to lose him.

I chose this small seaside town to feel myself. I'm trying to escape from people I know. I had many well-wishers who wanted to share my grief. But their intents were gradually moving me wild. So had to go away. I leave my room for dinner. The owner couple looked at me the moment they got together and smiled. The lady asked her maid to serve me dinner. I used to write every night. Maybe they thought I was writing because of my weird behavior.

I woke up the following day and walked barefoot in the sand. Because the sky was getting brighter. I was rolling my toes in the cool sand. I was breathing heavily in the fresh air of the morning. I went to the rock where he was standing. I haven't been able to drop this scene since that day. However, I saw him two days a week. But I instinctively felt a bond with him. I sat there on the rocks and looked out to sea. I wrote, read, swam, and walked in nearby shady gardens.

Just like I did for the last two weeks. I have not been cured yet. But the isolation and the calm of the sea calmed me. I forced myself not to think about Shovan's smile and his hug. I shouldn't have survived because of those terrible days in Shovan's love and accident. But I'm alive, all of a sudden I started to feel terrible about him, then I burst into tears. Twilight was my favorite part of the day; I went to the balcony with a cup of coffee. My eyes fell on that rock again, and he was standing there straight and looking at the waves, waiting.