The Echoes of emptiness

Piku's world was shattered when Subu, the love of her life, rejected her. Subu's words still lingered in her mind like a haunting curse: "I don't want to be with you anymore, Piku. You're too clingy and needy. I need space."

Piku felt like she was drowning in a sea of despair. She had given her heart, soul, and everything to Subu. She couldn't bear the thought of living without him by her side. The memories of their time together now seemed like a distant dream, a bittersweet reminder of what she had lost.

As she wrote in her diary, Piku's tears fell like rain:

"I'm devastated inside out

Devoid of father or son's love

Devoid of the love I had for someone too close to me, thoughtwise, Subu

Devoid of love from anyone

All I need is redemption

A silent death is my only prayer to the Universe

The world thoroughly hates me, so do I think myself as an unwanted garbage

If Universal forces really are hearing me now, end my life once and for all."

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Piku's heart remained heavy, her soul crushed. She couldn't eat, sleep, or function. Subu's rejection had consumed her every waking moment. She became a shadow of her former self, a mere specter of the vibrant person she once was.

One fateful night, Piku's cries echoed through the empty streets as she wandered aimlessly, her heart shattered into a million pieces. She stumbled upon a nearby bridge, the darkness of the water below beckoning her. With a faint whisper, she surrendered to the void: "End my life, Universe. I'm ready."

The next morning, Piku's lifeless body was found, her face serene, her eyes closed, her heart finally at rest. The echoes of her emptiness were gone, replaced by the silence of eternal peace.

Subu was devastated when he heard the news. He realized too late that he had made a terrible mistake by rejecting Piku. He had never understood the depth of her love and loyalty. Now, it was too late. Piku was gone, and Subu was left with the guilt of her rejection.

As he stood by her gravesite, Subu's tears fell like rain: "Piku, my love, my everything. Why did I let you go? Your love was the only thing that made me whole. Now, you're gone, and I'm left with this emptiness that will haunt me for the rest of my life."

The world might have hated Piku, but in death, she had found redemption. And as Subu mourned her loss, he knew that he would never forget the lessons he learned from Piku's tragic fate. He realized that love is a fragile thing, and once lost, it can never be regained.

The echoes of Piku's emptiness still linger, a haunting reminder of the tragedy that befell her. Subu's heart remains heavy, his soul crushed by the weight of his guilt. The world moves on, but for Subu, time stands still, frozen in the moment when he lost the love of his life.

In the end, it was not the rejection that killed Piku but the intense pain and suffering that followed. Subu's inability to understand her love and his own failure to reciprocate it led to her downfall. The tragedy of Piku's story serves as a reminder that love is a delicate flower that needs nurturing and care. Once crushed, it can never be revived.