"Are you threatening me?"
She grabbed her bag and started walking towards the door."Are you threatening me,Maya?" He yelled.She turned behind and said, " Till a few days back, I would have said yes. But the point is, every time, it fills me with hope that you'll ask me to stop. To wait. To not go. But that never happens, and in the end I stop, and not go, even if you don't say a thing."
"You're an attention seeking brat,Maya. The beginnings of a tantrum and Daddy dearest will buy you the world." He sneered, and lit a cigarette.
" How dare you say that? What have you given this relationship, Sam? Cold mornings? Bitter arguments?Uncomfortable dinner-table conversations? What should I be grateful for? For the nights when I DON'T cry myself to sleep?For the mornings when you say Good Morning without sarcasm?For the times when you are ready to cut up your heart and place it on a platter for others, but brush me aside?"
The last line seemed to hit a nerve."Don't say that. You are only talking about the worst of times. We have our good times,we do."
"Sam, we have the most amazing times together and that is why, I am willing to fight for us. That is why every time I threaten to leave, I turn behind and come right back in.What do you want to do, Sam.Tell me.Do you want to fight for us, or do you want to turn over to the other side and smoke it all up?"
"I don't know."He said, indifference dripping off every word.
" Then when you do know, give me a call. We'll figure it out."
She turned behind and started walking towards the door,again. "You're leaving?"He said, his voice giving away nothing. " Yes. Either way, i am going to get hurt. At least this way, I'll get hurt on my own terms."
She opened the door and walked out, closing it with a soft thud.
Thursday
November 22,2007.
