the scientist

After months of trying to erode the memories so deeply imprinted and scarred on his heart, the scientist had finally found a solution to dissolve his pain. He had tried everything. To do whatever it took to erase the scintilating melody of her voice, they way her cinematic eyes found a void in his lonely soul, and of course, how she left an even deeper bottomless void in his heart when she left him. His feeble beating heart. Few have ever gone there (or even knew of its existence) and yet she, the most unexpected stranger, wounded up sneaking into his well guarded heart even making herself at home, in his very heart) without the usually observant and sensitive scientist, noticing at all.

How, could he ever, forgo her?

After a week of frantic manhunting, the scientist found himself sprawled over his sofa, beer bottle in hand, thoughts askew. His scientifically engineered mind had told him to list out all reasons for her departure, yet something else was working against him. It was a dull sickening blackhole somewhere in his chest. Tightening and throbbing, he swore he thought he was going to die. Hours later, in a secluded gay bar, he learnt from his new best friend, the bartender that 'its called heartache, honey'.

So, with heartache, the scientist resolved to find her. He did find her though, but when he did, he wished he never did. She was in the arms of another man, wearing another smile, living another life. In all his life of success, the scientist never felt more like a failure at that moment. What's left of him was nothing but a broken, wounded soldier. So he burned the traces of whatever she left behind. The flame licked each memory and slowly devoured it... the smoke curled and rose and morphed into odd forms. The scientist's sharp mind then recognized the queer forms..they spelled out the four familiar letters of her name. The scientist related the coincidence to his bartender who only shook his head and gave the scientist another of Bailey's to sober him up.

After 4 warning letters of possible sacking from his company and a rush of blood to the head kiss with his bartender, the scientist decided to emerge from the dust, grasping on to whatever he had left to find a solution to completely eradicating his memory of her. So he worked. He channeled all his desolation into sketching blueprints for his solution, determined to forget her face once and for all. He worked endlessly to end his misery.

The scientist hid his heart in the most secretive place he knew- the skeletons in his closet. This way, no one could ever find his heart, and no one could ever hurt him again.

On the 7th month of the scientist's prevalence, he found himself seated beside a ravishing brunette with curly locks at a conference staring intently at her dog eard and worn out notes. Out of pure curiousity, the scientist inquired the brunette. How her eyelashes curled when she peered into his lugubrious eyes, 'this, is my cure for heartbreak.' Later that night, the bartender would smirk while the scientist related his story, 'it was... Like she could read my mind..'  and underneath the dim light, the bartender saw something different about the scientist's sad hazel eyes.

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