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The Fear of Change

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The mild Wind blew caressing their hair.
With the direction of the wind, their hair blew softly. At times east , and south-west at times. 
He laid his head on her lap sheltered by shadow of the tree. The branches swung chasing the wind and the rustle of the scattered dry leaves created an unplanned melody.
In the season where the rain seemed to have sworn to kiss the ground, the mild sunny day appeared as a reward. A reward for them to be together. Outdoors.

The time was then, for them to spend.
They talked bout future and hopes for togetherness. Plans and wishes.
As the playful time went on, giggles and laughter echoed along with the chirps of the birds around.

"What if these plans fail?", she uttered all of a sudden. She had witnesses the downfall of sky-towering relationships and the rumors relating disastrous breakdown of one's fidelity always floated around.

"If you change? and your priorities?". For she knew, seasons changed and so did people. The fear of change had grabbed a portion of her mind and clearing it out was almost unattainable. Fear of being all alone, change in him that would break her down.

"Seasons do, but my heart doesn't. For you, at least.", he answered. Thoughts visited him at times like they did to her,however were far too less when compared . Change scared him like anyone. But he couldn't afford to utter them out.
She had a habit of exploring through her mind. Creating scenarios and outcomes, which for others would be unthinkable and far from the scope of imagination. Spit some words out, something pessimistic, and that would be enough for her to jump deep into thoughts.
Thoughts so irrational, thoughts so absurd.
She had mastered the art of ruining by over thinking. And he knew it better than anyone, perhaps more than her.

"Are you sure?"

"So very".
 He had already lifted his head and was facing her as he said this. Her deep hazel eyes were looking at him , waiting to see how he would responsd.

He reached his hands out and put her strands of hair back which had snaked in front of her face due to the gust. And softly, he kissed her forehead. He grabbed her hands and closed them firmly, locking his fingers into hers.
"Forever", he whispered as the cool breeze was still rumbling and the strong gust of air had vanished away.

Neither of them knew how long 'forever' lasted.
However, what they knew was along with the desire and willingness to be together,that fear would always be there renting their heart. The fear of change.








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