He was not meant to be here!

He wanted to be somewhere else, entirely a different place!

Somehow he ended up here.

He sat on the chair in the balcony to have a break.

Alas! The sound came back, it started pounding in his ears.

He covered his ears with his palms.

The sound were not going anywhere.

He squeezed his eyes with an attempt to unheard the sound.

"Oh! Not again, not again, please stop this instance and give me some lone time, please go away!"

The sound had no intention to step aside, to stop or to take a time off.

He calmed his eyes, took the hands off from his ears, became ready to embrace the sound.

The sound which was making his life a living torture.

The sound which was hunting him for a long time.

The sound was not of any music, the sound was not of any bad trumpet players.

The sound was utterly, immensely, intolerably painful.

The sound was of her saying him the last few sentences.

The sound of the breathe she took for the last time.

The sound of her saying goodbye without giving him a second.

The sound was of her shoes thumping on the floor while going away.

Though her going away was not at all visible, no one could have seen her leaving.

But she left, she left him forever, she left him with a broken heart, with a never ending voice in his ears.

She left him.

It was supposed to be his departure.

Instead she took the lead and left earlier than expected giving her heart to him literally.

She left without saying that she loved him, without knowing that he loved her too.

He was never meant to be here.

He was the one supposed to be gone.

He was the one to leave early.

The sound reminded him those unfair affairs.

The sound reminded him of her leaving early because of him.

He prayed and prayed that he was not meant to be here.

He was supposed to be there with her, not wounded by the sound each seconds of his life.

He just wanted to leave with her side by side, cause he loved her more.