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The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. At that very movement I had hundredths of images flashed in my mind of my college time. He used to be very special part of my life. Imagining my evenings without his calls were not possible. The meaning of night was his love messages my taunt were complimentary. But gradually things changed. My new job and excitement was not enough for both of us as he was struggling in his life. One evening there were no messages and many nights were without calls.
After few months I came to know we burned all bridges.
Today's morning I cooked meal for my 6year daughter and sent her to school. I never received those evening message at morning but after many years it happened. My heart was bleeding out of fear because now I know our meaning of time has changed. I rash to the hospital to see my husband I afraid this is our last meeting but ended up with HIM!
with my last fuel of breath I want to say "feelings are never constant" ..... I will miss my daughter!