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’Yes I have to. last time, right?"

“Okay, see you tomorrow then.”

He just winked and left with a goofy grin.

That night I slept wonderfully. my dad must also have spent many sleepless nights. Could he have ended his life to not get stuck in this nightmare? No, he wasn't a coward. not the man who taught me to be strong.

I could've ended the life of that man responsible for my dad's death but death wouldn't have made him feel the pain that I felt. His death would have freed his soul but the loss of his flesh would finish him. 

The death of my friend would end my miseries.

Yesterday with that thought. i went to his chemical workshop. As expected, Raunak switched off CCTV to not let anyone know. he was a good friend. He helped me even in his last moments. 

After almost two hours of helping him. Or better if I say I added the wrong chemical to create an explosion. It was easy. I exited the workshop and rushed towards my appartment without taking a look behind. Why look back when bright future awaited me? That's what I thought. I locked my appartment and frantically dialled him to cross check my plan's success.

“The person you are trying to reach is currently unavailable.” I felt relief. He was dead and now I can finally live. I settled in my bed and my phone rang. I sprang out of my bed after seeing the Caller I'd ‘Raunak’

I closed my eyes for a second. How could this happen? I hitted answer. An unknown voice stated, "Your number was last dialled from this number. The owner, a boy has died in a fire accident."  

Ofcourse I knew that. But why was I not feeling relieved anymore? I felt tears pricking down my face. The clock was ticking loudly and I had to go see Raunak's father suffering. But my limbs were paralyzed. I felt alone yet again.

Gathering courage I went to meet my dad's culprit. Poor soul suffered heart attack and got admitted. My friend's life hadn't been long but it definitely was big. There were many people mourning him. I wouldn't mourn even my own passing.

I sprinted towards my car and went back to my apartment. But I couldn't get a blink of sleep. Soon I felt sun peeping through the window.

I went in the living room and sat on the same couch he sat two days ago. I felt rustling of paper in between. I stood and took it out. It was horror. I almost stopped breathing when I saw what it was…

To be Continued…