On a high

She was beautiful- stunning, as he would tell her all the time. She was as stunning as ever but all that he could see was flickers of light with a faded image of hers in the frame. He tried to recreate her face in the haze but could not. The more he tried to open his eyes, the less he actually could.

She said a few words that he could not comprehend. He was not sure if he was trying to listen to her or was ignoring her altogether. His tryst with reading her lips proved futile. Since there was utter silence around, her words seemed to bang against his ears so loudly that they were deafening him.

Just when he thought the world around him was about to go blank, he thought he saw droplets of light fall from her eyes. On any other day, he would have jumped to wipe the tears off but today he could not move a muscle. He watched her cry and did nothing.

Then he saw her moving away. It was an illusion, he thought intially. But, it was not. She never came back. He waited for a few moments to catch her view again but then he could not defeat the weight of his eyelids. When he managed to open his eyes, he saw a ring lying on the table- the same ring that he had given her asking for her love, long time back.

The most important chapter of his life had closed right in front of him, while he was still on a high.