Love Song for No One-3

From that moment, Zev started talking about how his mother died when he was just four, how he saw his dad with number of girls then on but he had none, how his dad was dedicated to his business than to his only son and so on.

“…living without a mother was not enough, my father sent me to boarding school abroad where even though I had a lot of money, I didn’t know anyone. A little child is easily taken with the bad things and I was no exception. I started drinking at a very young age and drugs were not very far away. Since then I put my mind in booze and women only, not because it was the right thing to do, but because it was easier that way. I could just turn off my pain whenever I was too drunk to walk. I was never satisfied with women because I always wanted someone who was more than just a doll, who would listen to me, feel for me. Some did try to feel for me, to discover what hidden beneath the surface was present, but I really never wanted them too. You know the world respects you when they fear you and they fear you when they don’t understand you. I tried to do well, but it was never enough. I am really to be the bad person. I am not a hero Ira; it’s just not in me”

She was part shocked and part hurt on knowing what he went through, and is still going through. She as a tiny droplet of tear forming on the edge of his eye and all she wanted to do was hug him and tell him that everything was going to be ok, but she didn’t.

“Why don’t you let other people see the in you??”

“Because Ira when people see good they expect good. By being bad no one expects anything from me. I can do whatever I want and people will just end up saying he was always like that. Being a jerk has been the best thing that has ever happened to me. As they say, sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. They can say all they want, but the fact of the matter is that I still can do whatever the hell I like. I told you earlier no one is born a jerk. A jerk is always made by people.” He said and by now the tiny droplet of tear started slipping down his check and was about to jump from his face when Ira touched it.

She ran her finger through the path the droplet had taken and ended up near his eye, the very same object that was the reason of many sleepless nights Ira went through. She could almost see what he went through, almost feel the pain. She saw the reflection of moon in his moist eyes and slowly she started to sway towards him. Many thoughts came by her mind with majority of them involving Kiaan but she ignored all of them. It felt like everything getting back in place, even if it was wrong.

Rev was really not in himself at that moment and wasn’t thinking anything. All he saw was Ira bathing in the shining moonlight, her face lightened up with the streak of light that went from her forehead right down to her neck.

Though he had been with many girls, many of them even more beautiful than her, Zev felt something deep inside of him that he didn’t even knew existed. He was overwhelmed with a deep sense of warmth and affection towards this girl whom he didn’t really know but still told her everything there was to know about him, even the things even he never wanted to revisit.

Suddenly he found himself swaying towards her; there was something between them, that none of them understood even though it didn’t matter. He moved his face dangerously close to hers, so close he could even feel her warm breath all over his face but he didn’t really go all the way, he stopped just by covering ninety percent of the distance because he wanted to know if she was going to do the same thing as he didn’t want to spoil it by being too desperate. Every fiber in her body was stopping her from covering the ten percent of the distance but she couldn’t stop, even if she wanted to. Soon enough their lips met and puckered and everything went hazy for both of them. Both were into each other and the moon shone brightest that night maybe to shower its blessing on both of them.

A few days later, for Zev the time between that kiss and every moment after that was the most magical time of his life. The stars seemed to shine more, the moon seemed bigger and everything seemed to agree with him. He stopped being a jerk to everybody and even though old habits die hard he seemed to enjoy every second of his life now.

On the other hand it was completely opposite for Ira. She seemed so guilty about that night that she went into a darker place that no one could actually see what was happening to her. She stopped smiling, stopped working. No matter what she did all she could think was Kiaan and how much wrong she did to him and how bad a person she was. The worst part was he was returning back today and Ira was in no condition to receive him even though she knew she would be the first person he wanted to meet when he steps out of the train.

The train stopped and he stepped out, the same man in the completely changed world. Kiaan had no idea what had happened. He looked way down the platform but couldn’t see Ira anywhere. Angry yet a little worried he picked up his stuff and went straight to her home. Ira’s father would be in the bakery and mother would be busy doing the household chores. He went inside said the courtesy hello to Ira’s mother and went straight to her room. Half hoping that she might have a surprise party planned for him he knocked on the door, with no response he thought of knocking again but dropped the idea and went straight in ahead.

The room looked shabby as if it hadn’t been cleaned for days, the bed was not made but it was certain someone was spending way too much time in it. It was too dark to see so he searched for light switches, which was a little ironical because he had been in this room a million times and still had no idea where the switches were. Finally after almost tumbling over twice he found the switched and turned it on. He was shocked to see hat that resulted in, he was Ira curled up in a ball in the corner of the room with her eyes swollen by crying too much. He dropped everything he had and ran towards her and took her into his arms. This was the moment she came back into her senses and when she realized who was hugging her she starting crying hysterically. Kiaan kept asking what the matter was and she kept saying that she was really sorry for everything.  

Kiaan couldn’t still understand anything that had happened but he didn’t want her to cry so all he kept saying that it was ok and that everything was going to be alright. Ira looked up turning her face towards his face, the face she had kissed a million times, but now it looked different. She thought she didn’t deserve him, not after what she has done. She fell for another guy even after she was about to marry a perfect guy. Sobbing hysterically she narrated the entire story about everything that happened since he left. Not able to understand every word she said, Kiaan figured out the main portion of what she was trying to say.

After Ira finished confessing, she couldn’t gather up the courage to look up and face Kiaan, on the other hand Kiaan was waiting for her to look up. He wanted to see her eyes for the last time, the eyes he fell in love with, the eyes that fell in love with somebody else. He would have forgiven her if it had only been a onetime thing, but he knew her. She did actually fall for the guy. She finally managed to look up and amidst of all the tears still left in her eyes Kiaan could still see the old Ira, but he knew it was long gone. On the other hand all Ira felt was guilt.