Conscience

You are a cheat, people like you should be killed. The voice echoed in space. Wherever he groped for help, for support, for justification, there was only an unforgiving void, detesting his action at the spur of a moment.

Stop cheating, do the right thing, and you know what the right thing is, what your heart craves for. Go and do it. And now! He was going mad in the roller-coaster of emotions, decisions and his action. He knew he had made a decision without introspection. Looking back, he had felt guilty. Aaah! Guilt. It is a strange feeling. It can lead you to the right path when it awakens the conscience. But, if it takes a wrong turn, may god be with you.

He looked at the mirror. But his reflection was not what he saw. His conscience was dead and his soul no more dwelled in him. It was sold. To his father. And his business. He had given up his love for a marriage of businesses.

He splashed water on his face. The chillness of water stung his skin. In an instant, the marred appearances became vivid, he suddenly knew the right thing to do. He picked up his cellphone and called up his father. When he spoke, his voice was stern, "Sorry dad, I cannot marry her." And hung up before a reply.

Whatever you do in life, echoes in eternity. - Gladiator.

Written for : Magpie Tales : Mag 224