1 That 'WHY' question

i have been a good girl to my family and friends. An excellent student to my teachers, a hardworking person to my collegues, a kind hearted person to any strangers or a religious person to a saint... Overall i am like a main character in movies.

Thats what i thought till i met 'him'.

when i met him that day.... that dark day when everyone was shouting their lungs out, screaming for help in a heavy downpore. There he stood unmoved in a black atire without any expressions. I could not tell what was going on in his mind. All i knew was the guy was going to die if he did not start to move.

Hey! move your feet. Run from there.

nothing. not even a twitch on his face.

I ran to him and grab his right hand and was about to drag him from there. He pulled his arm and asked me Why? Why?

I was like what the hell is wrong with this guy. Is he in some kind of trauma?

He shouted at me on top of his voice and said I was always been a good boy to my family and friends. An excellent student to my teachers, a hardworking person to my collegues, a kind hearted person to any strangers or a religious person to a saint.... then why did they betray me.

At that moment my feet froze on the road that was flooding with water. I stare at him and looked into his eyes. His eyes was red and filled with tears ever ready to run down his eye socket.

That 'why' question of his gave me tons of question.

WHAT? HOW? WHO? WHEN?