My heart is broken into two. My eyes has shed so many tears I doubt if it's capable to produce more. My throat raw with my screams. My breath repeatedly constricting in my chest.
My heart contracting at the thought of him. Feeling someone thrust a knife right through my heart, twisting it and removing it when he uttered those last words to me.

My body my heart my soul my surrounding is a mess.

He was my soul of my body and now that he is gone I am an empty shell.

A walking corpse.

That day is still vivid in my mind. The way he thrust himself forward to protect me. The way his body jerked at the force if the bullet. The way he dropped on the ground like a doll.

The scream that tore through my throat.

His blood staining my clothes like paint. Those mesmerizing eyes which looked at me full of love... who knew it would be the last time I saw those eyes.

The shirt I gave him for valentine now smeared with blood. But it was proof of our strong love.

I remember the time where the nurses were rushing him to the operation theatre. I was holding his hand and it felt like sand to me.

The tighter I held, the faster it slipped.

I refused to let him go but the last words which he told snapped my heart and soul that it hurt.

"Jaane de mujhe." He choked as his blood filled his mouth. "Let me go."

When my hand slowly started slipping all those sweet memories came rushing back to me.

The first ice-cream we ate together, our first valentine his laugh his smile our moments together and it shattered the moment his hand left mine.

I was broken the moment I saw the doctor's expression when he came out of the OT.

I knew he meant the other meaning of his last words. He wanted me to let him go from my heart. From my mind. From my everything.

Those words keep echoing, and will echo till my last breath.

Jaane de mujhe....

Let me go

Let me go

Let me go.......