End Of Line

The weather turned windy.Smell of wet mud was in the air.He took a bus from a nearby bus stop and went away.By the time the bust reached its final stop,it started raining lightly.He stepped out and let his legs take him to wherever the road lead to.

Soon,he was out of city nearing a bridge.The dim glow of sun from behind the clours was out by the time he reached it.It was so dark that the bottom wasn't even visible.It was still raining and all he could hear was the drops splashing on road and the chirping of insects.He stood on the edge looking down at the bottomless dark pit.In his mind,he went through all the events of the day back to the events of the day when his mother died.He blamed his mother for not being there when he was being bullied in school just for being too close to a guy.He was bullied for feeling fuzzy towards a friend of his.He blamed his mother for destroying his career and life.A few hrs before her death,he was practically living the best life he could have asked for.He was about to sign up for the state football tournaments when his school was informed about her death.Since then everything started to fall apart but what does it matter now?

He smiled looking down thinking nothing really mattered anymore including the fact that he wasn't sure if he even loved Kiara anymore or if what he had for Kiara was infact love.His friendship with her was absolutely out of jealousy including his proposal.Maybe it wasn't even love.Maybe it was just a crush.He smiled and thought how naive he was thinking what he had for her was love.

But what exactly was love anyways?Was it a form of lust or was it just another form of caring for another soul while fighting alongside them through everything?