PROLOGUE
BEFORE THE STORY BEGAN,
Dear reader,
Before you begin this story, I just want you to know that WHAT I CALLED ONE-SIDED is a work of pure fiction. The characters, places, events, and relationships in this story are created entirely from imagination. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.But even though this story isn't based on a true incident, I hope some of its emotions feel real to you.
Maybe you've loved someone silently.
Maybe you've waited for words that were never spoken.
Maybe you've met someone at the wrong time and wondered what could have happened if life had given you one more chance.
This story is about those little moments we don't realize are precious until they're gone.So, dear reader, take your time with Eesha's story.Laugh with her. Fall in love with her memories. Feel her happiness, her confusion, her heartbreakโฆ and perhaps, somewhere between these pages, find a little piece of yourself too.I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed creating it.
With love,
BUTTERFLY
"Some stories are not about the love we got to liveโฆbut about the words we never got the chance to say"
The car was moving along a familiar road on an ordinary dayโฆ
I don't know why, but whenever I passed that graveyard, something inside me changed.
My heart would start beating faster.
I could never understand why.
That day, the feeling became too strong.
โDriverโฆ stop the car.โ
He stopped.
I got out and walked into the graveyard.
I don't even know what made me go there that day.
Maybe my heart already knew where it wanted to take me.
I walked until I found it.
The grave.
RIP
P. VIKNESH
The moment I saw his name, my eyes filled with tears.
โVikiโฆโ
I couldn't stop myself.
โVikiโฆโ
I cried.
Why?
Why did my heart hurt this much?
Why did this place affect me every single time?
And you're probably wondering the same thing.
Who was Viki?
Why was I crying in front of his grave?
What happened between us?
Wellโฆ
you're confused, right?
Honestly, I'm confused about my own life too.
So let me tell you my story.
Maybe then you'll understand why I was standing in front of that grave with a heart full of memories.
Let's go back to the beginningโฆ
