Zero Feeling
by Joie de vivre
There was no sign of sleep in her eyes, she tried to close them and found a horrible remark from the other end. Stella couldn't concentrate on anything, any activity of daily routine. It became difficult for her to figure out actually what was troubling her so much. Stella wasn't happy, and had no reason; a sign of nothingness was appearing. A feeling of zero was killing her mind-set inside, felt diseased and broken. It wasn't the virtual world it was something that was happening to her, some kind of virus or a psychological disorder of some kind.
She no longer interest left in making insurance policies and hence abandoned her office. She started reading books on different topics, watched movies some jazz and rock music just to evoke something or any damn thing. Stella went to see a doctor, but it was of no help. She admitted the same sensation after the treatment.
Gradually, her health declined and she was restricted to bed. In the last days of her life, Nick (her ex-husband) went to see her, kissed her gently and said, "Happiness is meant to be shared, in fact it's one of the best ways to explore yourself. You wanted to live alone and that's it you are alone. I have no idea till what time I would be able to see you here but I missed you in my life and I will."
Nick walked away through the elevator and Stella died the next day.
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12 comments:
Touching piece!
Such an abrupt ending! With 250 words it's hard making the ending seem natural. Poor Stella.
STELLA!
Awww. Poor Stella. True, happiness is meant to be shared.
So sad.. but touching nevertheless.
Moving story.
Very sad. I wish she had found some kind of redemption in her solitude instead of just losing interest in life and then just dying like that.
At first, I thought this story was going to be about a computer addict who was losing her life in the virtual world. By the end of the story, it seems to me to be more of what happens to a woman who chooses her career and personal space over love and companionship. A woman without love is like a garden without water...Death is the inevitable end.
Made me think of the Inferno in Dante's The Divine Comedy - the very pit of hell is frozen, and Stella is indeed frozen in her own personal hell here. You've nicely described the descent.
jana
touching and powerful!
"True happiness is meant to be shared" -- I love that line.
This was very sad.
Beautifully written.
When numbness is already a state of being, death is probably nothing to be feared. It just feels like an extension of nothing.
Interesting concept here. Her isolation is profound, and yet she did touch people more than she knew (or maybe wanted).
Thanks for being a wonderful part of the contest!
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