I remember, when we fell in love. Those deep conversation, those heavy breaths over the phone. Your smile, bright enough to blind my heart. Your eyes, orbs of enchanting pools, in which I was willing to jump, to feel enchanted. Your touch, electrifying enough to charge me up. Those glances we stole, during group discussions......... unforgettable. We both knew, our heart belonged to each other. Then finally, I gathered up enough courage to ask you out for a movie. I remember my heart exploding with each word escaping my mouth. So casually you said, "Yes, why not". I jumped with joy on my bed, hugging Coco as hard as I could. You were my first love. I remember, I was soo nervous. I felt a mountain dropping on me when I first saw you waiting outside the cinema. I peeked from behind the pole, to see if you were as nervous as me, but you stood their with your hands in your pockets, not a sign of nervousness in your body language. I thought that I was acting too weird. Anyway, I gathered some courage and walked at you, with a nervous grin on my face. The movie was, "Shubh Mangal Zyada Saavdhan". I was expecting you to get the hint, but you sat there, eyes at the screen. My expectations started to break down into fragments. Soon the scene came where both the protagonists were kissing each other passionately at the junction of the train's coaches. That's when I realized a soft touch. I felt a palm on top of my hand. I tried to steal a glance as fast as I could, and I saw your face turning at the screen. Thousands of questions sprung in my mind. 'Was he looking at me?' 'Did he put his hand on mine intensionally? Or was it just a casual gesture?'. I could feel thousands of butterflies in my stomach. My heart was beating so fast, that I doubted if you could actually hear it. Anyway, with thousands of questions in my mind, I sat quietly, as stiff as a rock. I started imagining situations in my mind, where you and I stood together, hand in hand. I wasn't paying any attention to the movie. Soon, the movie came to it's end. We stood up, and guess what? WE WERE HOLDING HANDS! I almost jumped at little with excitement. Thunder bolts were running through my veins, I could feel my body getting warm and my cheeks getting rosy........ With shivering legs we went out, and a gush of wind blew into my face, carrying the smell of rain. It was raining, we didn't have an umbrella. You looked at me and said, "Let's get wet!". As soon as you said those words, without waiting for my reply, you grabbed my hand and ran across the street. The droplets making us wet. I was getting wet by two elements, Love and Rain. We danced in the rain as hard as we could, and we couldn't stop laughing. I almost cried, as my stomach was hurting. I saw happiness leaking out of you, and that made me happy too. Then for a moment, time stopped. No sound, nothing. We both were looking at each other with dreamy eyes. I lost control of myself, and I held your face, and planted a kiss. As our wet lips touched, I could feel myself melting in you. I could feel the electric bolts replaced by sedatives, making me high. I was intoxicated with love. As our lips parted, I looked at your eyes and saw your pupils widened with horror. Your face turned pale, and you let out a shriek under your breath. I looked around, and saw your father standing. I looked at you, your lips shivering, trying to find words. You started stepping back, towards the middle of the road. I was horrified, and confused. I was trying to say something, but my words got suppressed under my heavy breaths. I looked at and you, getting wet in the middle of the road, and BAM! Time stopped again. You were laying there eight feet away from the place you were standing before. The truck didn't even stop. There was a pool of blood. The blood mixed with the rain water and was flowing towards the drain. I was standing there, I didn't know what to do, everything happened so fast, I couldn't comprehend even a bit. I saw uncle running towards your still body, screaming your name. I just sat down on my knees, with numb eyes and cold face. The next thing I know, I was standing in the school assembly while the principal was announcing a sad news. A boy lost his life in a road accident......... But the next question which crept in my mind, with shivering legs, was, 'Was it my fault?'.