The sound of breaking glass stopped her. She turned to see the pieces of the broken vase that he had knocked over in his frustration. Amidst these shard of shattered mirrors, he sat on his knees, hands in his hair, covering his face and- for the first time in years- crying. *************************************************************************************************************** Emily Peterson looked behind her again. He was still looking at her. His icy blue eyes pierced her skin every time their eyes met.He was tall, strikingly handsome in an artsy way, his brown hair fell over his forehead, almost touching his eyes. His green-jeweled lip ring matched the t-shirt that he was wearing over ripped jeans. This was her first class of Accountancy in her junior year of college, and also the first time she had ever been so distracted in a class. This guy was probably new to their college because she had never seen him before. As the lecture ended and students began shuffling towards the door, Emily got up from her seat.Just as she reached the door, a pair of blue eyes stopped her way. He held out his hand- “Hey, I’m Grey. You are…?” *************************************************************************************************************** She was in a dilemma. On one hand, her heart was being ripped apart, as old memories flashed in front of her. On the other hand, the sight of this beautiful, broken boy with tears in his eyes, was enough to bring anyone to their knees. *************************************************************************************************************** Emily and Grey chatted while sitting on the swing’s in Em’s backyard. “You know Grey, my dad had bought me this swing-set for my seventh birthday. After the accident, I almost sold it because it reminded me so much of him.” “Accident?” “5 years ago, some drunk kid had run over him. He died even before reaching the hospital.” “Did the drunk driver get arrested?” “I wish… Unfortunately he was some business tycoon’s son, who bailed him out in seconds.” Silence descended as both fell into their own chain of thoughts, the only sound being the creaking of the swings. *************************************************************************************************************** He was helpless. He’d do anything to get her back, anything to change the past, anything to remove the walls between them. As he looked at her through his tears, he realised that if she left, she’d take his soul with her. *************************************************************************************************************** “I love you, Grey.”

“How? You don’t even know me.”

” So tell me about yourself. but I can tell you one thing- nothing you say will make me love you any less.”

“Hmmm….Let me see. my mother died when I was 14. My dad re-married. Teenage angst, depression- led me to a dark side. Took me years to get out of it. I have a really dark past, Em. You don’t know any of it,”

“I don’t need to. Don’t you get it? Nothing can change my feelings. I get it if you don’t feel the sa-”

“I love you, Em.” *************************************************************************************************************** She couldn’t look at him anymore. His eyes, once so icy, were now mesmerizing like the ocean. every part of his soul seemed to be begging her to stay. His hand, cut from all the broken glass, bled- as if signifying his heart’s blood. She couldn’t look away either. *************************************************************************************************************** ” Grey, please tell me this is a lie.” “What, Em?” “This..this newspaper article…Its dated five years ago. It says.. it says that the 18-year-old son of business tycoon Robert Macefield, Grey Macefield, allegedly killed a man while drunk- driving. Grey, the… the last line of the article- it says.. it says, deepest condolences to Mrs. Peterson and her daughter…” *************************************************************************************************************** They say you should let go of the past to embrace the future. But is it possible to forgive and forget everything? *************************************************************************************************************** She started walking. His apologies, his reasons for hiding the truth, his past- flashed through her mind. The broken pieces of glass cut her feet as she walked towards him…..



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