A story of Regrets

Once there were two wanderers, walking together along an unending road. They never talked to each other. They never look at each other. Each one kept walking and stopped when necessary without bothering the other one until one day when one of them stopped and started screaming. His screams were so loud and nonstop for time being. The other one kept walking, tried to ignore unpleasant sound of pain. He walked miles away but still could hear his screams. He stopped, looked back and found no one. He knew he walked away from his unknown companion but pain followed him. He closed his eyes and kept his hands on his ears to not listen to that heart wrenching sound and felt like that sound was being played somewhere in his mind. He quickly opened his eyes and walked back to witness the pain itself. When he reached the point and saw the face of his unknown companion his existence got paralyzed. He couldn't believe on his eyes.

"Why did you return? Go away. Keep yesterday's dead body on your shoulders and tomorrow's existence in your mind. I'm nothing to you. I'm PRESENT. I'm LIFE who couldn't get a single glance of yours but meaningless dislikes. I was ever beside you, eagerly waiting for your embracement, to be lived but you didn't tried once. Now when I can find my TWILIGHT, the bunch of regrets, my heart aches. I WASN'T LIVED ONCE BUT CURSED EVER"

His mind was replaying each scene to write the chapters of regrets and time didn't give him another chance to LIVE.

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