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The Coward

          Facing the mirror he stood, dim light and the bleak atmosphere of the room acted as defining traits of that reflection that looked back. The mirror dusty and tattered, probably held most of the truth. He looked back, ran through his memories!! Every few footsteps something sweet awaited, a life so beautiful not because of its own making but, because of people in it. These people were the ones he earned through his kindness, made friends, nurtured familiarities and so on, developing relations, strengthening bonds!!

          He felt that heart throb another time, yearn for someone, mysterious in its juvenile longings,  trying his best to keep em smiling. She was beautiful, as are they all but, no this one was special for she loved him back, he tried her love and before every full stop he would have believed in her love. They shared stories and all he heard was the glimmer of her eyes, the calm of her gaze and the occasional slurp of her drink. For hours they talked and he finally set her on her merry way knowing one day maybe, she will be his and he can be her's.
       
          Then, a stark feeling of cowardice hit him, the angel appeared on the right shoulder and the devil on the left, each fighting to win over the mind. Yes, invoke that feeling of love in her, you can do it, you should be loved and if they dont love you then make em,
"and while you are at it, be with the one who loves you", said the angel!!
"HAHAHA" laughed the devil with a wicked grin, "really you think being with her is easy, you arent cut out for that kind of work, its better you turn away and keep walking!!"

          They say that one who walks away from love is the biggest coward, first time the reflection didnt lie!!
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