Fissures and Crushed Papers

FOR THE BROKEN HEARTS........
inspired by - Chanakya Ravichandran 

A Budding Director and Magnificent Musician....

SCENE 1- THE ROOM

The hands in the clock inched towards midnight, as his own hands left his messy face, blurred was his vision as he laid his eyes on the wall, staring at a neat and clean poster of an online music contest.

He had been looking forward it since the start of the lockdown, but he didn't have the mood to dedicate himself to it.

His eyes drifted over to the calender and eventually to clock, a minute to midnight, and then the realization hit him !

It was her birthday….

(Flashback Hyperlapse initiated)

All the moments he had enjoyed, laughed, cried and 

spent with her just hit him like a hammer to a nail, sudden and unexpected. The wave of emotions weighed him down to the point he was unable to stand, staring at the phone, crazy in dilemma…

He hadn't spoken to her much after their breakup and he didn't want to be the first to break the silence.

"She hadn't called on my birthday, She was off away with her new boyfriend in Chennai, not a second did she think about me…So why should I bother" said his mind…

"But a call wouldn't hurt, her voice is very soothing to hear, isn't it…" 

said his broken heart.

The Clock chimed as it hit 12, and hands automatically went for the dialer and went for her number, a split second decision made by his conscience…

Her phone rang for 10 seconds or more, but it felt like an eternity passed by, he just tossed over the phone and regretted his stupid decision.

He scolded himself for even thinking about her, cursing for not removing her number.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even notice the phone ringing until the ringtone was about to end, he quickly picked up the call without even bothering to look at the Caller Id.

"Hello" , a feminine and angelic voice made his heart skip a beat! 

His voice had become mute, his mouth dry, and his mind empty. He didn't expect her to call back, and he managed to get some words out, as he didn't want put himself to shame.

They exchanged general wishes 

( Even that bday wish was dry as a week-old fish !)

And she said she had to put the call on hold due to some urgency…

He agreed, as he was desperate to hear her voice, that he would wait forever and a day.

( why am I so clingy, he thought ro himself !.)

He decided to go outside to get better reception. 

SCENE 2 - THE BALCONY

He climbed the stairs looking at the phone, never even bothering to look at the starry sky nor the beautiful view of the city-lights.

All of it was mere distraction to the thing he held in his hands, his beloved…

Her voice returned as he was about to extract it out of his ears, which resulted him suddenly replying.

His desperation overcame his effort to act normal and disinterested, but all of his hope shattered as he heard the voice of her new bae, pampering her like some baby, and she enjoying it all the while !

His desperation completely transformed into blinding rage that he just wanted to scream !

She chatted for sometime, never even bothering to ask how he was doing ( which made him more angry)

His heart broke into a million pieces, and the only thing he could do was quietly back away and end the call…

He was crushed, his self respect all down the drain..

He tried to get himself back up by calling a dear friend of his, the phone got picked up immediately,

" Ya bro, I am very busy da, i have so much work to complete tomorrow, Professor will murder me if i don’t !",

 A cliché excuse over the noise of dialogues from "Assassin's Creed" in the background…

Even his friend, the one he blindly trusted, the one he always believed would always be there, didn't want him, even he left him in the dust....

SCENE 3- THE ROOM, AGAIN

All those voices haunted him again, the ones which reminded of his failiures, his losses and his depressed and shitty state, the phone laid back on his bed and his poster lay torn and crumpled on the ground, How they ended up there, he didn't even know, and he had no reason to care..

The few minutes it took him to come from the balcony to the room was a blur, he couldn't even process the environment around him, he felt so lost, in his own mind…

He looked at the phone and saw a preview of a mesaage from her, something about that she had moved on with her new life and she was sorry, but it felt like she couldn't care less..

The fissures in his heart became deeper, his chest felt so heavy that he couldn't breathe properly, his legs felt so numb that he had to sit in the corner of the room, he could hardly feel his hands, because his mind was too occupied with the splitting headache…

He held his tears, he promised himself that he wouldn't cry over her ever again before, but he was so broken, that he would weep any minute, the waterworks were already leaking and reached his eyelids…

He muttered to himself like a madman, rocking himself as he went on…

He finally took his phone and took the voice recorder app, Untold emotions he named it, in case anyone finds it, or he could just send it to psychiatrist, anyone who could help him with his misery…

He cried so badly as he went on recording, his voice changing tones as he went through a rollercoaster ride of emotions as he told his tale to a piece of machine…

He got fed up and rubbed of his tears from his sweaty face and threw away his phone, the phone screen cracking as it hit the cemented floor…

As he walked way…

He saw the crushed paper, he picked it up and the contents were barely visible, it held his passion, Music and his dreams of becoming a world renowned artist…

But he also realized that trust was like paper, once crushed, it's never the same again, the folds will always remain…..

He walks on and nears the stairs leading to the balcony…..

(Camera focuses on screen…)

The phone shows the options " SAVE DELETE EDIT"

over the recording that were his unsolved problems..

As he reached the stairs, the phone beeps…

2 messages from 2 accounts…

His head slowly turns, as heard the tone…..

(SCREEN BLACKS OUT WITH MYSTERIOUS SOUND)

     

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