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The night was young.It was dark and there was no one in sight for miles as Shania walked down over the moist grasses.It rained heavily few hours ago. She was with her 3 girl friends. All of them belonged to the same class. They had to submit a project as a part of their research assignment. They say night is the time of Ghosts. But these girls never believed in Ghosts. They were adventure loving girls and embraced life to the core.
Shania,Ana,Tatiana and Natasha were the best of friends.
‘Girls ,come here see I found a handsome guy lying here,’ Shania alerted her friends as she walked near the river.
Some native residents of Kensington termed it as the river of death. She saw a tall guy lying.
‘Water…waaaatttttt ….eeeerrr,’ he was thirsty.
The girls gave him to eat and took care of him.
‘Hey , What is your name? Why don’t you talk?,’ Tatiana said to the man.
‘Are you dumb or something dude…why don’t you open your mouth?,’ Shania asked.
‘Oh Jeez…can you please speak up,’ The girls said in Unison.
‘Yes…how does it feels when someone loves you and you love them..you care for them,’ He spoke.
‘Thats pretty much normal …it happens when you like or admire someone..,’ Tatiana said.
‘Well…what if one day when you wake up and see the entire world change…people close to you left you…,’ He continued.
‘Oh common..whats wrong..don’t be sad,’ Natasha said.
‘Did someone hurt you Mr….sorry We don’t know your name?’ Shania said.
‘Tim…yes..’ He said.
‘Hey ..you got hots for someone Ahh!,’ Tatiana winked.
‘No..she was the last person in this world who loved me…you know her loss is intense…i can’t imagine a life without her,’ Tim said.
‘Tim..you know what…such things does happens in life.You’re an American …dang..don’t be emotional…you’re handsome and smart..you got girls around you..you just have to pick,’ Shania said with a seductive voice.
‘You need to embrace life first..you won’t know what will happen to you. Life is unpredictable.You need to forget her…she is gone..she won’t come back..,’ Natasha spoke.
Ana was silently listening to all that what was being said. She would smile but she did not speak.
‘I just feel it was easy to say..but practically it is impossible,” He replied.
It was already 3 am and the night sky was showing some hints of rain.
‘Common, go out..meet new people and befriend them,’ Ana finally spoke .
‘I can’t,’ He said.
How often do you come across a stranger in life who shares their personal life story with you?. Life has always been an enigma. Many people play different roles in our life. Some are spectators and some play cameo in our short life. We being the protagonist knows what life means to us.
‘Jerk! why cant you?,’ Shania said.
‘I’m dead,’ He said.
And of a sudden everyones face turned pale. The place turned silent. A horror triggered on their faces. The girls could not talk nor could they do anything.
‘I could not accept my Wife’s loss and I shot myself near the river,’Tim said.
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