The black dark night swallowed the whole city....In one of the topest building...at the topest floor...only a room is faintly lightened...
The laptop was openly put on the table...A man with a muscular torso was looking out of the window...he was looking at the dark outside...A evil smirk echoed in the empty room...
"Here I'm...alone in this world...I'm above of all darkness...I'm at the top"...
He closed his eyes...A female voice echoed in his imagination..."let's live our life to it's fullest"...
A lone drop of tear shined in that dim light of the room...
He cried...the renowned devil cried!...If anyone saw him like this they'll just pass out in shock...
Yes... only she can make him cry...it's her birthday...The devil living in the hell only has that polestar...
"Fool...you don't even know how to tie your shoelaces...can you take care of yourself !..."...He mumbled in the darkness...
He thought...."Have I lost the qualifications to love her?....she's the only daughter of her family...how will she take responsibilities of her parents?"....
He felt helpless thinking these things again...for the past few years he has been thinking these every moment...
"If I can't support her when she needs me the most... what's the point of all this wealth..."
For him...the whole universe...the whole existing civilization is pointless if it's useless to her...
He again remembered the last moment of their separation...how accurately she concealed her tears...no one would see through it...but it wasn't easy to fool him...
"Silly.... maybe from that day you started to hide your heart... right?"....
He knew her...she won't let anyone find out the broken side of her...He appreciated her toughness...but now...
"If something happens to her who'll she tell..."
He's not the person she'll be relying on now...this thought is enough to make his heart crush into dust...
His thoughts were going to torture him more...but a message entered in that laptop...he turned around...
The eyes which were teary a moment ago... gave a deadly glare...
"So...it's you...no one can make her cry"...He left his cabin without closing the laptop...the faint light from the laptop reflected on a name plate...."Ryan Golding...Vice president"....
"I'll meet you...just one night... I'll be there"....
✍️This is the second part of the short story "Good bye"... please support...❤️
