Time of dusk. The phase when many people step out of their house to find peace. A favoured one, when no one can see their dull facial expressions, the emotions of sorrow and grief, the sadness of loosing someone. And what can be any better if it rains.
He walked out on the streets of the silent city (chaotic during the day). Hood over his head, hands in his pocket, head slightly bent and he walked. Walked, unoblivious to his surroundings, in deep thoughts, something which was so painful that he didn’t even felt the strong and bold drops of rain.
He preferred this time, as no one is there to recognize him in the dark. When his tears of sadness mix with the raindrops, he would only be happy. He didn’t want his desire to come out. But, it hurts him and it hurts badly deep within.
It’s been 2 months he has left them, or they left him or the culprit time which separated them. A bond which can never be explained by the mere use of words. That can only be felt, and his entire squad felt it the day they all left.
He knew he would see them again, but things won’t be the same. People change with time and the process becomes faster when they all have different aims to achieve.
He kept thinking it and tears kept rolling down his eyes, just to vanish. He is left with profound memories and ample of important days to remember. Be it the preparation of the Nukkad in a small room or the formation of an unofficial group MoFus, the visits to various archaeological sites or those annual birthday cake bites, he misses them all. They were like another family to him. He didn’t want to loose them and crave to see their faces again.
Walking for an hour brings him back to his home and like every day he hides it all within the fake smile he carries upon.