It was midnight and everything was dead still and silent. He could hear the ticking of the clock syncing with his heartbeat. He sat in his room, looking out of the window with cold eyes.
It was a six feet glass window facing the hill of Mussoorie. The scenery was a true example of beauty.
Thousands of lights on the hilltop formed a crown for this Queen of hills, yet he was not mesmerized by this gorgeous Queen. Something was bothering him. Something he feared.
It was then when he realized his biggest fear. It was no longer a fear of losing or being judged. He had lost and was always judged, but now he was not scared of it.
He didn't even fear being left alone while he cried as he had cried a million times and his maturity was the sole thing that stood by him to console him, telling him that "...it happens".
He used to spend his days talking to people, helping them out of their problems. Just by looking into their eyes, he knew what they were feeling. No one could resist his, "Hey!!...
But at the end of the day, he used to sit alone in his room and question himself, "What's choking me up?
" A person who used to dive into the ocean of peoples' emotions used to sink in a pool of his own.
He could not even fall asleep so he used to summon some great music artists through Spotify to give him company. But today, he finally realized what he feared.
A fear that had been choking him for a long time now. It was a fear of.....