Him and Her





~ Him ~

 

I was walking down the hall, wondering how this new academic year is going to be.

 

I glanced at the familiar faces, nodded at a few, ignored a few and greeted others.

 

I don’t remember the exact moment I saw her, suffice to say it was love at first sight. There in front of me was a girl; she had blue eyes and long dark brown hair which cascaded down her body. She hid her face with her glorious brown mane and looked around timidly.

 

It was obvious; she was a new girl in town. I was never romantically interested in anyone in our school; no one had ever made me feel this way. I just stood there and stared at her. I wasn’t bothered about anything else.

 

She saw me looking at her and her expression turned into pain, then embarrassment and she quickly disappeared from my line of vision. For the first in my life, I felt something stir in me, it was a kind of passion and I think it was love.

 

***

 

~ Her ~

 

First day of my new life, at least that’s what my therapist says so. To me, it seems like a load of lies. But as always I quietly listened to her positive thoughts. No matter how hard she tries, I’m always going to remain broken. All I feel is pity for her, so much energy and time wasted on me.

 

I walked down the halls of my new school. I made sure my hair falls perfectly on my face. This school was so huge and it was becoming increasingly difficult to navigate within its premises without constant enquiry for directions; especially difficult for me, because I hate talking to people. I am not a people person.

 

As I looked around for someone less intimidating to ask directions, I saw him. It’s not the first time someone looked at me and I know it won’t be the last. Wherever I go I feel eyes on me, taunting me. But what caught my attention was the way he looked at me with passion and not with disgust or surprise. It caught me off-guard because no one looked at me that way, at least not anymore. So I did what I do the best, I disappeared.

 

***

 

~ Him ~

 

Her name is Elizabeth. I call her “Ella”. I have been thinking about her for every second of everyday, since I first laid my eyes on her; my beautiful Ella. I still haven’t mustered the courage to actually talk to her. But I can feel it, today is the day.
 




I cornered her in the corridor after class and said, “Ella!” She looked confused and she said, “I think you have mistaken me for someone else. I’m Elizabeth.” I said, “I mean Elizabeth. I just want to say something to you; just hear me out please. I know you don’t know me. But I really like you Ella, uh Elizabeth. And I want us to have the chance to get to know each other. So would you like to have dinner with me tonight?” She blushed as red as a tomato and stammered, “Are you seriously asking me out on a date?” I said, “Of course I am. So is it a yes?” She looked down and silently said, “Um, yes. Pick me up at seven.

 

~ 15 years later ~

~ Her ~

 

It’s been 10 years since I married him. I still can’t believe he loves me. Every time I see my face in the mirror, I shudder.

 

What is it he sees in me? Can’t he see all grotesque scars on my deformed face? Can’t he see that a part of me is forever broken?

 

I was raped and mutilated when I was 16. Since then I have lost myself. But he changed me, he made me feel that there was a possibility to try and heal.

 

Whenever I see the love in his eyes for me, I feel alive. Whenever he holds me in his arms, I feel loved. Whenever he openly gapes at me, I feel beautiful.

 

No, I never will heal completely. But whatever could be salvaged has been saved.

 

~ Him ~

 

I waited outside the ICU. I was so scared, so tensed. I was told there were complications. I prayed to God fervently. Please don’t let anything bad happen. Please.

 

A nurse came toward me, “Mr.Thomas, it’s a healthy baby girl.”

 

~ Her ~

 

I have a family. Ella, Tom and Rosy; Him, her and theirs. I am healed.

 


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