The Last Chance

The sun was spreading his waves ever slowly. The evening sky was a pleasant sight to look at. But, at times, an enchanting surrounding alone will not make your heart go crazy.
She was seeing the sun set from her window. It was time for her to leave. The sinking feeling in the bottom of her heart was getting heavier with each minute. She tried to return back the smile directed at her by her colleagues.
But her eyes were waiting to let their pleasant gaze fall on the most wanted person in her life. Many would call it as a crush or infatuation or whatever name the world decides to name the kind of situation she has let herself in. But she believed that she was in love.
She has never gone sleepless before she met him. She has never acted crazy nor has she brainstormed ideas just to initiate a conversation. In other words, she was never been in love before and she was then.
Her heart rate started increasing alarmingly. It was the last day and she must do something that day.
The door opened and she looked eagerly at who was entering. She expected 'him' to be the person. But, it was just one of her other colleagues. Though it was the last day and she had no obligation to work after duty hours, she accepted to help and she immersed herself in work. The work looked no way near end and another person came for help.
It was 'him'.
She decided that the good fortune has given her one more opportunity in this form and she was glad that she didn't behave selfishly.
She tried not to stare at him, though she was smitten with him. She looked like a bee trying to stray near a flower. She didn't want to leave the place. When she had to go to a nearby room, she came back as soon as her work over there was over and her heart settled for the moment on seeing that he hadn't left.
Her assigned work was done and it was time to leave. Her friend insisted on dropping her. She wanted to wait till she had a chance to speak to him, preferably alone.
But the room was jam packed and he was busy in his work. Her friend was looking at her.
She decided that she will say to him. It doesn't matter even if he hates her. She just has to let it out. She didn't want to leave with an unrequited love. Yes. It was unrequited and she didn't want that to remain that way.
She went near him. But her friend pulled her hand and on the way said bye to him.
She didn't even have time to say a bye.
Time went in nanoseconds for her. His eyes met her. It was nil of reaction. She nodded her head implying that she was leaving and he nodded back.
On closing the glass door, she looked back at him. His face was in the opposite direction. She could only catch a glimpse of his broad shoulders, before two or three people suddenly blocked her view and she could see no more.
Her time was over.
She walked ever so slowly.
When she closed the door, she had also lost the confidence, that she had been building up for days.
Now, her heart asked her innumerable questions and she could answer none of it.
Her mind told her that he could have never loved a person like her and being the vulnerable person she was, she believed it and her heart was pounding.
It was crying for a love that was unrequited; it was crying for a love that was never uttered; it was trying to come back to its original place, but it also knew that it was always lost in him and she had lost a part of her in it.