Warrior Lover - Origins - Episode 22 - The Final Wreck

The connection remained, despite being grounded in an imbalance—mostly by my effort. There was a reasonable connect, friendly most of the time, but sometimes a hint of disinterest was visible. I chose to ignore those moments - or thought of them as a test, or a game. But soon I could see, the chase was never ending. I could no longer play along.

And so, when the moment felt right, I spoke again.

Fine… the moment wasn’t perfect. Not even alright. But I couldn’t keep waiting forever, so I just blurted it out—in a moment that was neither perfect nor awkward.

Okay, fine! It was awkward. Horribly, painfully awkward. But whatever!

And I waited. No—actually, I braced. For her response.

But she did what she does… again! She was silent.

Seconds stretched. Stretched more. Strangely, this time, the silence did not test my calm—it added to it. But my intuition whispered— Run! Before she speaks a word!

"Okay, see you again!" I announced and turned to walk, as if this was just another casual conversation.

“Wait.”

She stopped me. I turned back—and man! She looked utterly displeased!

Then, with firm finality, she reminded me—hadn’t she already made it abundantly clear, that there was no place for such conversations between us? And then, she added—persisting in this was futile, as she had chosen someone else.

That gave me a jolt! I thought I had rediscovered something real. I thought we had overcome the hesitation and playful testing stage already. I thought my struggles would be with the world outside—for which I was ready—not within.

But her diametrically opposite stance, after all this new reconnect, was shocking.

In disbelief, I asked, stupidly, if she was playing a prank on me.

But she was composed. As her words landed—final and undeniable—I felt something shatter inside me.

I had tried to hold on. I had endured, compromised, adapted. I had given space, then returned. I had left pride behind. All for what?

To hear that it was never a question of time, of clarity, or of hesitation—but that the decision had been made long ago?

To find that what I thought of as rebuilding, was only my own illusion?

Standing here, in this moment, realizing that I had spent all this time fighting for something that was already lost - the weight was unbearable.

I fell to my knees.

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