Textual Tensions (Ep 1)

                                                    (By Anif Xec)

He didn't know a small incident in his life could change so much for him, a decision, a moment of pause could cause so many problems years after. As he was lost deep in thoughts of how messed up the situation for him was, his phone vibrated and a text popped up

"Is there ever a time when your minds not lost in deep thoughts?" The text read

it was from a close friend

 The text caught him off guard

" Yeah! don't I wish I had a gun that I can place on my head and just shoot" He replied in a very sarcastic way, but he knew that's what he wanted

"Don't say that" the friend replied, concerned with the tone of the text

"I didn't mean in a suicidal way" he replied in a calm manner, and added " It is very difficult at times when you are lost in deep thoughts" 

"what do you mean?" the friend replied, puzzled

"The thoughts, they aren't negative always, mostly they are positive, but it's difficult to hold in the head for soo long that it creates an itch in the brain which is hard to scratch, and you seek a way to scratch It but fail to do so" he replied deeply

"It makes it difficult to express when never once a person replies I completely understand what your thoughts are or how  you feel" he added

" you mean like me? like how I never understood you despite we talking all the time? the friend replied filled with guilt and sorrow


" In a way, yes, but I never blamed you for that, still don't! but yeah that empty feeling, that doesn't go" his reply to the question

(cont...) 

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