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Clichés Are Good Sometimes

Seven Months Ago:

"Excuse me? There's no space under the umbrella!" "Hey! I'm sorry. Could you please walk me over to the bus shelter over there?" "You can keep it. I don't mind getting drenched." "No, no. This is your umbrella. I am prone to catching the flu real quick, and the rain was unexpected." "I insist you keep it," I jogged down the path.

Present Day:
Seven months ago, when I saw her for the first time who would've imagined me falling head over heels for this woman. So much so that the only way I could move on in life after her moving out of my life was to take the extreme millennial step- Blocking her.

Life is strange. It makes you meet people you can never un-meet. Sadly, she probably would've boarded her flight, but I am hopeful that driving, rather unsafely, to the airport would bear my heart all that guilt of not bidding her a 'good' goodbye. And oh, yes! The gift. What would I do keeping it anyway?

Thoughts kept racing in my head as I raced down the new airport road in a city condemned for its traffic. I managed to reach the airport, checked with the authorities who had told me that the gates are closed.

I walked back, crestfallen, towards the parking. The neatly wrapped gift contained a photo, our first picture together. I got it framed. I even left a message behind the photo which read, "Thanks for stealing my umbrella first. My heart next. I'll miss you! :')" The skies rumbled post which it started pelting water droplets. I walked wearily as the pelting intensified.

It stopped suddenly as an umbrella came over my head. I felt someone hugging me from behind.
Turned around and surprise surprise! Poor thing, she was all drenched in a fraction of seconds her tears camouflaged by the rain.
"You didn't leave?" I stammered as I held the umbrella with my shivering hands.
"How could I? For once you gave me your umbrella and then your heart, stupid!" She smiled.
That perhaps would've been most cliché line I've ever heard, but clichés are good sometimes.

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