The Mirror Of Truth
I got down from Logan’s car and made my way to my hostel .
As I was walking up the stairs I thought of calling Felix . Yes , the title less relationship I have with him is a little complicated for my emotionally clouded brain to comprehend right now .
Like the sun and the moon , my heart and my mind engaged in an everlasting conflict whether to call him of not . After what felt like about 20 minutes I took my phone and called him .
It did take me an enormous effort to break the ego and reach out for help.
“ Hello , where are you ?” I asked
“ I am sleeping, in my room” Felix answered . His voice felt weak and tired.
“ Take me home , I wanna come home.” I said with a bit of hesitation that I tried to cover up with courage.
“ Are you sure ?” he asked as if he knew something was off .
“ Mmm..” I mumbled.
I cut the call as soon as he said that he was on his way
I started walking in the direction of his home . The cold breeze reminded me of the chills I felt .
I noticed how each pair of eyes that I crossed on my way was full of lust. Out of which I noticed one pair staring at me across the road . His eyes glowed under the reflection from his headlight. He was not looking at me with lust , nor was it love , he was simply curious.
“ Felix” I mumbled as I ran across the road .
Just as I saw him I got onto his scooty and hugged him as tightly as possible. He did sense that something was off but still tried to be playful and teased me on our way back home.
I ran through the gate and made my way into our room . Oh! It would be better to say his room as it was not mine anymore .
I gave him a tight hug as soon as he walked into the room. He smelled the same . Even though he had gained a few pounds he looked as beautiful as the day I lost him.
In his comfort I was not able to hold back my tears. I cried my eyes out sitting on his lap , hugging him as tightly as I could.
With broken painful voice I explained him what has happened. He was concerned but successfully overlapped it with sarcasm. I was crying my eyes out and he was laughing at how stupid I was to trust a man . After about twenty to thirty minutes I got better hold of my emotions. I pulled back to get a better look at him .
His t-shirt was wet with my tears. His eyes looked hollow and tired . His hair was messy . His skin looks damaged and dehydrated. It was as if he was aging faster than normal. Work probably sucked the soul out of his eyes . Oh ! Poor thing.
He asked me to change into something comfortable. So I took his t-shirt and shorts and headed to the bathroom. I washed my body with the thinnest blade of soap I found and headed out.
We talked for a bit and then he came in for a kiss. I was expecting the passionate desire filled hot steamy kiss that he would always give me but this time , it felt different. His lips on mine felt mechanical, as if he was expecting someone else in my place .
Was there another girl ? My mind couldn’t help but wander.
My suspicion grew bigger as he started exploring my body . His fingers traced an invisible line down my waist over my hip .He was above me , curled around me, moulded onto me . Oh God! I’ve missed him so much .But even the pleasure of his touch couldn’t distract me from my suspicion. His touch was strangely different or may be it was my gut feeling. Either way ,I was sure that there was another girl . He finished and went to the bathroom to clean up.
This gave me enough time to think and comprehend what was going on around me .I walked up to the mirror as I wanted to have a glimpse of Rani, since I haven’t met her in about a month.
Staring right at my reflection I realised that Rani is gone.
The tired dull swollen smudged pair of eyes staring back at me does not belong to Rani. It was Tessa . There was no light in her eyes , no glow on her face , just like the lifeless tree I was staring at Tessa.
I wanted Felix to meet Rani but that night for the very first time , he met Tessa .
I spent the next few minutes scanning the room for traces of other girls , but was interrupted when Felix came back to bed.
I sat on his lap and he started sharing how his life had been since I left .He showed me pictures of his ex- wife . Honestly she looked like a normal girl. Just the enough amount of beauty nothing more , nothing less.
The next few minutes confirmed my suspicion. He told me about a junior of his that he loves spending time with . He even added that every time they went out, she would rest her face on his shoulder.
Tessa knew that it was coming but Rani refused to believe it . Rani knew that he never loved her ,but the thought that he replaced her in less than a month felt like a tight slap on her face .
The day was already bad , he made it even worse. I started crying again . The more I thought about it , the more intense my pain got.
“ I wanna stay here for a couple of days.” I said
“ I ... I am going home tomorrow.” The heaviness in his voice felt unreal .
I never expected commitment from Felix . The only thing I wanted from him was honesty but he lied straight to my face , as if I was stupid enough not to realise it .
But.. there was no motive in lying. I was not his girlfriend, nor was I his wife . So lying to me is meaningless
The Felix is knew was gone . I barely recognise the person lying next to me.
Lying next to him , curled up against him , the train of thought kicked in .
Did I not mean anything to him ? Was it that easy to replace me ? Did he even think of me after I left? Did he forget the happy memories we had together? Is he trying to fill the void I left ?
The dots started to connect in my head . It took me back to the week he went radio silent after I told him to go no contact . Now I realised that he never thought of me because he replaced me.
Sanjeev had already warned me that a day like this would come . “ I feel pity for you in case you are in love with Felix.” were his exact words . Sanjeev did spend a considerable amount of time trying to convince me that Felix was a jerk and he would replace me as soon as I left. At that point of time Felix meant nothing for me so I didn’t pay much attention to what Sanjeev said .
Just as I was about to fall asleep,I hear him snoring. Everything was same as before. Me laying on his chest listening to his heartbeat, his smell , the comfort, the snoring . But I couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t flinch. He always flinches as we sleep together,but this time he seemed peaceful. Soon I dozed off in his warmth.
No matter how many times I hear it , I would never get used to his bloody alarm . It was five in the morning, time for me to go. We didn’t talk anything the whole ride .
I walked straight into my room and closed my eyes trying to get some sleep . It’s 9 in the morning, I lay in my bed wide awake , busy in my own mind , acknowledging every thought that passed by .
There was no fucking way I loved him .The thought that I got played by someone for whom I lowered my standards made me feel pity on myself.
He’s not a provider. He’s just a broken girl trying hard to be validated and craves for attention. When the attention is taken away from him , he comes crawling back . He can’t leg go of you completely nor can he hold on to you . He just wants to make sure that you are available, so that if something goes wrong he could run to you for comfort. He doesn’t want a wife , he wants a mother. Someone who provide him with unconditional love and wanting nothing in return.
He made a women like me doubt my worth , I can’t even imagine the plight Mehra might have been through.
Like it’s said , every behavioural trait developed as a result of trauma has a motive .But that doesn’t justify their actions .
Men are so proud to say that they don’t cry . Just a trick to make themselves believe that they are strong enough. People who don’t cry are the weakest of all , even the thought of being vulnerable threatens them. Most of the times the burden of Men pretending to be strong is felt by the women who loves him . Each step he takes is filled with tears of the women who once loved him and wanted nothing from him than to be loved back with the same intensity.
Oh ! No , I never loved Felix . I loved the idea of him. I loved the imaginary Felix I idealized for comfort. Just like how a weeping little girl seeks the comfort of a teddy bear, I seeked comfort in him. That version of Felix shattered in front of me yesterday night. Till then , it was Rani and Felix but yesterday Tessa met the real Felix , as ugly as his personality is .
I couldn’t muster up enough energy to move till it was 11 .I woke up to 5 missed calls from Logan. My mind was as tired as my body so I chose to ignore.
He tried calling multiple times so I picked it up with an intension to end it . He was apologising and trying to convince me that it was a genuine mistake and he never meant to harm me . “ Bullshit” I tell to myself as I hang up his call. I blocked him on everything just as how Felix advised me .
The anxiety had killed my appetite. I ate a waffle and packed my bags .
Soon as I was about to leave, I called Felix to meet him one last time .The meeting went pretty uneventful,but he kept asking me if I had any other major issues in my life because the way I cried looked unhealthy.
From the look on his face I could make it out that he was looking forward to meet Rani, but had to meet Tessa instead.
Tessa lost Felix the same day she lost Rani.
It’s said that to loose something , it has to be your’s first . So , Did I loose Felix?
He was never mine to begin with .
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