The Run before Her Wedding-1

It wasn't easy but time passed by with ticking clocks and brushing cool breeze on his tear sobbed face. He was standing in the darkest night of all times or his pain shuddered his eyesight to get the trace of those flickering distant candles burning in peace up above so high in the sky. He was obviously nauseous, shutting himself down to any logical reason that may come to him. That's obvious, for a fresh heart break, for a new found love that is there no more. He wasn't a sadist but certainly enjoyed the pity that a cleaved and betrayed heart must feel.
He just got off the one hour long call from a happy chat that went for more than days and it was about to complete its one month the next day. He was dumped. He cared nothing now, he wanted a plain answer from his One Love but she didn't answer. He knew that she wants himself to figure it out. And he also knows that it was all his fault if he chooses her point of view but he was helpless. He couldn't work out the details and kept on crying over the roof with sobbed face and wind brushing his face dry and the only other sound he heard was the tick of the wrist watch he was gifted. Gifted by her..!
He retired for the night alone. He was lonely within and thought it was better not to bother anybody else but to stay put. Least did he know, what he was doing was only damaging his mind, body and soul.
Days went by and each day he tried to seek another chance, just a way to get back with her. He knew she wants answers, results to be more precise which even she knew wasn't possible for him to give.
But he tried each day to convince her somehow that she's all that he had to be called his own, his love.
But she didn't melt. Her decision was firm now, her heart was cold to hear out any warm feelings he had for her.
And finally, they broke apart.
Story begins from this Cleaving Reality.