Disclaimer: All characters and events depicted below are purely fictional. Any resemblance to a real person, living or dead is purely coincidental. Check out Layla: Butterflies (Click here), Layla: Untold Story (Click here), Layla: Reunion (Click here) and Layla: The Conversation (Click here) before proceeding any further.
It’s the annual cultural event at the Ignited minds.
He is chilling out in the food court sipping his cup of coffee, with his gang, staring at a smoking hot chick sitting on the other side of the table. One of his friends shouts from behind “Dude, you are on stage next.”
2 years ago:
(They laughed, said goodbye to their friend and came out.)
He: What would have happened if I would have chased you? Do you the think the outcome would have been any different?
He: Haha, what, really! Did you even love me?
She: Maybe! Why do you wanna know?
He: Aah, come on. Please, don’t fuck with me.
She: Listen, let’s not get into that now, okay!
He: So that was a, Yes. OMG, I was an idiot.
She: Yes, you were.
He: Then why you didn’t tell me
She: I had to be in my character, I had a reputation to maintain
He: Haha, but at least you could’ve given me a hint
She: I thought, I did.
He: Oh yeah, “But I just see you as a friend”, that’s one heck of a hint (*slow claps*). Anyway, what’s done is done!
She: So you don’t feel the same for me now?
He: It’s been more than 3 years, what do you expect!
She: You asshole!
He: Haha, you are really bad at giving hints. You could have just told me.
She: I knew you would fight the whole world for me but I couldn’t do it.
He: It’s okay. Let’s leave our past behind and have a fresh beginning, what do you say?
She: Haha, okay! As you say, Sire!
He: Anyway, you remember the day I proposed you? I wanted to play guitar and sing a song for you.
She: (laughs out loud) do you even know how to sing or play a GUITAR?
He: Haha, you will see. I am planning to perform at the corporate events from now on.
She: Ahaan, we will see!
She is home alone slumped in a corner of the sofa, a sweater draped over her shoulders, sipping her cup of tea. All of a sudden, she picks up the teacup and throws, calling him an asshole.
Meanwhile, the lights go mild on the stage; he is sitting on a chair with his head bogged down with a guitar in his hand.
She’s blotting her swollen eyes with tissues. She weeps until she can’t catch her breath.
Well this heart of mine has been hardened like a stone
It might take some time to get back what is gone
But I’m moving on and you don’t haunt my dreams
Like you did before oh when I would curse your name
Well I heard the news that you were back in town
Just passing through to claim you’re lost and found
But I’m over you and there ain’t nothing that
You could say or do to take what you did back
Well you got nerve to waltz right in
And think what’s mine is yours again
Cause I’ve been doing fine without you
Forgetting all the love we once knew
And girl I ain’t the one who slammed that door
But now you say you’ve changed your thinking
But I ain’t got a heart for breaking
So go and pick your bags up off my floor
Oh cause love don’t live here anymore
Well, baby, you can try to tell me how it is
And try to justify everything you did
But honey I’m no fool and oh I’ve been down this road
Too many times with you I think its best you go
Well I got one thing left to say
Is you can lay in the bed you’ve made
Oh no that love don’t live here anymore
Oh no, no
Sugar no, no
And you don’t live here anymore
Love don’t live here anymore
And since you walked out of my door
Love don’t live here
Love don’t live here girl
Oh love don’t live here anymore
The lights come up and the audience claps and applauds “once more, once more”. He smiles and gets up and bangs the guitar right onto the floor and screams. The cheer stops, the audience goes quiet. He sits on the chair, with elbows on his knees, staring at his folded hands.
He knows he should go to her, but he’s frozen with anger and shame. He apologizes profusely. In that moment he understands that time will heal some wounds, but also that in other ways time will make no difference.
At the same time, she is sitting on the couch reading, but she’s been on the same page for an hour.
P.S. Thanks a lot for checking it out, I hope you enjoyed it. And as you rightly guessed, the song is not written by me. It’s one of my favorite performed by Lady Antebellum – Love Don’t Live Here, enjoy \m/