WILL

It was getting tougher for him with each passing day. Not being able to put his feelings into words was a crushing feeling that drove him crazy. With every breath, all he ever wanted was to let her know how much he loved her.  And so, finally, that day, he summoned all his courage and decided to call her up and confess his love.

Just when he was about to call her, his phone lit up on his palm and with her name across the screen, it felt like even the heavens was easing up the task for him. Or so he thought.

He always found himself lost before her. And even today, with all the summoned courage ready in his throat, he couldn't hold himself falling into the dreamy drift her voice lent to his life. As if he was a verse and she was the tune. They started talking and the conversation soon took a different lane altogether. And as always, his courage, the emotional audacity, betrayed him just at the right moment.

"You are an amazing friend dear." She had said, still laughing over a silly joke he had just cracked.

"Your laughter is the prettiest I have ever seen." He replied closing his breath around a cry that was already erupting in his heart.

"Haha. But how can you say so? You haven't even met me."

He had then picked up a shard of glass that lay at his feet on the grass. Having tapped the dust away, it at once caught the sparkling ring of the moon in the sky and its brilliant dazzle, almost had him blink. 'It must be just like this.' He wondered looking at her smile that he held on his palm.

"Where there is a will, there is a way." He replied instead, tightening his fingers, as the moon on his palm tore through his skin and cold blood dripped onto the grass.

© Sobhan Pramanik