No Ending!
Her
bed was full of crumpled pages strewed everywhere. Every implement she used for
inscribing seemed inadequate to situate her feelings this whole night. Her
attempts with phrases were futile, her words were failing her. She stood up to
empty the ash tray and poured herself a resolute amount of vodka. It was
morning 7:38; her eyes were still devoid of sleep. Her body ached along with
her mind as she was sitting in the same position for more than 9 hours. The
story’s abrupt closure was bothering her. If it not had been about him, she
might have even ended it on rushed conclusion. She was constantly being
unsuccessful to do justice as it was throbbing to even write single word about
him. She picked up her diaries and those inscriptions again came alive. The
haziness increased with the quantity of vodka in her system. All she saw was
few petals of dead rose, unaddressed letters, small notes, different colors, her
scattered feelings and a bit of realization that the story had no ending.
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