It was a bright day and the sun was shining in the backyard, the birds were chirping outside on the big banyan tree and the street was busy as usual, but the atmosphere in the room was eerily quiet.

The pillow sheet was still wet, the plate half broken, the flower vase shattered.

It was not easy for her to forgive and forget as this was her only meaningful relationship; she had wasted 2 years of her life on this crap, trying to make it work for like the ninth time but still failing miserably at it.

She glanced at her cell phone which had started vibrating; looking at the screen she threw it on the pillow discarding it.

What did she do to deserve all this that happened to her, she was always the strength of their bond, she would always go a mile extra for this relation to work, but he always took her for granted, making excuses for every mistake he did, he never loved her but only wanted her because of her looks and her popularity. He used her at every point of their relation, she cursed and blamed herself for everything that had happened but somewhere deep in her heart she knew her love for him was true and pure but it was time to move on time to forget about the past haunting her.

She got up headed towards the washroom shutting the door behind her, looking at herself she realized that she had been crying on the bed for three days straight but enough was enough and it was high time that she moved on.

She started with brushing her teeth with every stroke she was sure that she could face the world, she was getting confident, she turned on her shower and entered feeling the hot water on her back, it was like the water was cleaning away all her sorrows. She was being born again, a totally new girl better than before and stronger than before.

She turned off her shower wiping her body with the soft towel feeling every inch as it slides from her hands to her abdomen wiping off the drops continuing towards the legs wiping and bending down so that she could reach her toes, after using another towel for her hair she opened the door coming out of washroom and heading towards her wardrobe.

She selected a brown top which looked lovely with the black jeans she chose earlier, looking herself in the mirror felt empowering, it felt nothing could take her down now; she was ready to step out again.

She made her way across her room to the kitchen and on her way she saw the photo frame was still tilted and the brass statue near the door was tumbled as well.

She reached the kitchen making her way to the fridge and opening it to see that he was still lying there, so peaceful, so innocent and yet so violent. The blood was still visible on his forehead and his eyes were red and wide open.

“He would never harm me again.” She said smiling devilishly.

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