I am sorry
She wrapped the bedsheet around her naked body and walked to the bathroom. She then wore her clothes and came out to see him burning a cigarette, still on bed. She sat next to him and burnt one cigarette for herself. Both were smoking quietly.
She wasn't a prostitute, but she was a sex addict. She didn't got paid for getting laid with guys but she did it cause she couldn't resist. She had daddy issues, she used to tell her boyfriend. He was always loyal to him. It was a love-at-first-sight thing for him. They were boozing and she was not in her senses. She told him all the past relation-shit experiences and how her mom and dad got seperated (not legally though) and how she lost her virginity when she was just 14 years old. Yes her ex-boyfriend forced her into bed and she was helpless but keep mum while he exploited her tender body. She had told him putting her head on his shoulder. He knew he loved her that very moment. It's been a year now that they are together and her addiction has made him vulnerable. He was always doubting her, over-possessive, paranoid at times but she didn't blame him. She knew it was her fault but then she also knew that she was addicted. 'Where do we find rehabilitation centers for sex-addicts like they had for drug addicts and alcoholics?' She thought. She was killing him and herself with her addiction and so helpless was she that she couldn't even seek help from anyone. He tried to control her, order her, love her but couldn't get her out of her addiction. Her insides were burning but nobody could see it. Not even Aby.
Today Aby is standing all dressed up with a bouquet of roses in his hands. I can see dark circles. I know he is tired loving me, caring for me, trying to bring me out of my addiction. He is staring at me like he did the first day we met but his eyes aren't happy today. I can see he has been crying all night and I know he'll cry again. He bent down to place the bouquet on my cold motionless body in my coffin while a drop of tear falls on my arm. I love you Aby. I'm sorry I couldn't make it. I couldn't see you die each day loving me more and more and more. Death seemed much easier. But I've always loved you....