Somehow or other, Sid crawled out of the car. Inside the car, Pratik was fatally wounded. Even Sid met with some injuries, blood was trickling down from his forehead, his ribcage was hurt, and his left knee suffered a heavy blow. His vision was slowly getting blurred. Sid tried to see above the cliff, all he could see was a dance of flashing lights. On the spur of the moment he fell on the ground, unconscious. He struggled to keep his eyes open, but his eyelids shut closed.

Pulling his eyes open, Sid woke up from the deep slumber. It was pitch dark. He hoisted himself up, but he felt so light-weighted. All those wounds were gone, his ribcage weren't hurting, nor his left knee. In fact, he felt placid. He turned around and saw Pratik is still inside, however, it was a big question if he is alive or not.

A gust of wind blew and swept away dried leaves. This was just an excuse that let Sid to lay his eyes on the ground. What he saw was the most horrifying thing ever, never in the million years he desired to see that. His eyes stretched as wide as it could go, he felt breath catch his throat, like an gelid wind had blown down there and frozen the air solid. Because the view was really horrendous. He saw himself. Means to say, it was his body lying on the ground.

Is he dead? But if he's dead, how come he's out of the body? If he's out of the body, then who's outside of that body? Of course, that body belongs to Sid. But he is not that body.

"Am I dead?" Sid burst out.

He's not body, but the soul? What is it? If we are soul, then why we are caught up in this body, which is consist of flesh and bones? This seemed to be inconceivable to grasp.

Pulling his eyes open, Sid pulled himself up and realized, he's back into his body. He checked the wounds which he had before out of body experience, but it wasn't the time think about it.

Sid sprinted towards the car, which now caught fire. He hauled the door and caught a glimpse of Pratik, who seemed to be fatally injured. Blood gushing down from the head, his right eye turned dark because of sore. And his right leg was stuck beneath driver's seat. That's why he was unable to jump out of the car.

Sid tugged him by his arms and with his full strength tried to pull him out. But it all goes waste because his leg being stuck beneath driver seat. Sid pondered for a while how to get Pratik's leg out of it. Then, he began to push the driver's seat with great force by his own leg. Pushing it vigorously, the seat little bit moved up. And now he able to dragged Pratik out of the car.

Pratik was still unconscious, however, he was still breathing. Sid slung him over a broad shoulder and ran as fast as possible to get themselves away from the about-to-be explode car. Just as they came out of the cliff; on the bumpy road. The car blew up with a big boom. Its intensity had Sid tripped and fell along with Pratik. But they were unscathed.

"That was so close," Sid burst out as he turned around to see smoke moving upwards in the sky.

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Tick Tick Beep. Tick Tick Beep. ECG machine was connected to Pratik's body. His heartbeats were normal, slowly he opened his eyes and found himself on a bed of the city hospital. With his own efforts, he raised himself up to sit which was not an easy task. His neck was covered with cervical collar, while his head was wrapped in white bandages and right leg was wrapped up in plaster, which appeared like a big white gumboot. He was wearing a light blue gown, that generally patients wear.

Coconut water poured in an empty glass and brought towards Pratik's lips. Sara was holding it, while flashing a dim smile on her face. "Who brought me here?" Pratik inquired as he took a sip of it.

"Um, your arch enemy." Sara's smile widened.

Sid!? Why would he do that? As far as Pratik remembered. They were in that car, coursed downwards the cliff. And banged. After that he fell unconscious. How and when Sid brought him to the hospital? As per his memory, even he was injured.

A concern grew in Pratik's mind. "Does my parent came to visit me? Where are they?"

"Babe," Sara said and sat beside him, putting her hand on his. "You are in this hospital for three days. I'm so glad you regained consciousness."

Three days! It was too long. Pratik caught hold of Sara's hand in his grip. At least, genuinely thanking her to be by his side all these days. Even if he wanted his parents by his side. But it was the shock of his life when he realized. It was Sid, who took care of him till two days. Just this morning Sara came along. At first, when Sid told her about this accident, she just didn't believe it. But he kept on messaging and calling repeatedly. Sara was so frustrated that she even thought to lodge a complaint. But in the end, she believed it. And thus, she came.

Someone pulled the door open. Pratik's heart thumped like a snare drum in hope. He desperately wanted to caught sight of his parents. His lingering joy, unfortunately, melt away when his eyes met Sid, standing tall in front of him with a faint scorn. He and Sara could do nothing but take a gander at the boy as if he's a celestial being.

The only reason brought him here was just to see if Pratik regained his consciousness or not. Now that it was clear as day,  he turned around to make a move.

Pratik's harsh voice stopped him. "Wait! I'm not done with you, jerk. You're a fool. Do you hear me? You are a blooming idiot."

Sid's fist tightened for a split second. Somehow he suppressed brewing rage, and it dawned on him that keeping his cool is not that easy. He let loose his balled fist and took in a whizzing breathe.

Sara's hackle, however, rose on Pratik, she kept on glaring at him. "Well," Pratik voiced his most polite tone, "I hate you from the bottom of my heart. Trust me, I would've let you die there if I was you. Not only that I would've throw a party at your funeral."

Sara cut in angrily. "Stop it already!"

He nudge her and brought his index finger to his lips and continued: "I beaten you up, created misunderstandings about you, deluded your good friend against you. Here I am, still frustrated and restless. Just tell me for heaven's sake, how can you be so peaceful?

"Do you remember you'd asked me those three questions? When was the last I'd been extremely happy, how long it lasted, and can I be happy without that source of happiness?"

Sid nodded and a dim smile manifested on his face.

"I thought about every possibility and ferret out no answer, could you tell me answers of those three questions?"

"I'm not sure if I have a correct answer, but come to think of it," Sid said. "Actually, just recently I thought about it. First, don't let others to remote control your emotions. Second, don't think things will give you happiness. Third, don't be dependent on others to give you happiness."

As he was done with his answer, the boy stormed out within the twinkling of an eye, leaving behind, both Pratik and Sara awestruck. Perhaps, it might take them a while to understand what he said, but it seems probably one of them already comprehended it.

Sid was walking in a good pace only to be stopped by Sara's voice. "Sid, wait!" she shouted and came running towards him. "Pratik told me everything (she gasped), and I'm really sorry for misunderstanding you."

The boy furrowed his brow, a sweep of surprise took over his heart. "Did he tell you what he'd done—ah, I mean—your and his video?"

Sara lowered her eyes and wrapped her arms around herself as if she's feeling cold. "But he's changed now. Sid, you know, I really love him."

Still "but," it was hard for Sid to believe she's with Pratik even after knowing the fact that he intended to make her "famous" in porn sites. Yeah he's changed.

"Could you forgive me?" Sara raised her eyes and locked it at Sid. "If you don't want to, I can understand."

Sid smirked. "The only thing hurt me ... was, you didn't crosscheck your boyfriend when he accused me."—He saw tears rolled down from Sara's eyes—"Anyway, I think living a sorry is what you can do."

Then he walked off without saying bye. He did place Sara in a confusing situation; she expected forgiveness and thought everything would go back to normal. She was even prepared herself to hear his harsh words that he would say out of anger. At least that would unburden him. Living a sorry? What exactly this means?

So did you see that? Sara got a homework to do.

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A/N: This is the most important fact of life to understand. We are not our physical body, but eternal soul. Surely, this will change Sid thoroughly and give him different perceptive about life. Please, vote, share, and comment.