Broken piece of the headlight.
I can’t see my face there.
Just blood.
And a bright light coming straight at me— not a car,
a question.
“You were always right, sweetheart.
But did you crash the car
because you were fed up?"
I don't answer.
I just stare.
And then I say:
"Maybe.
Maybe because no one was there.
No one stayed long enough…
to see the cracks before the crash.
No one supported me,
So tell me,
am I right?"
The light doesn't speak,
It just fades.
Leaving silence,
and a broken girl
who maybe, just maybe
was always right…
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Rudrakshi Kashyap is a student of Sai Vikash Vidya Niketan, and she is currently studying in Class VIII. She loves writing short stories and poem.