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this is one story that I myself loved after I wrote it down.. :)
was up on orkut for a long time. For those who dint get to read this full version, here goes:

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"I dont hate him, I seriously dont. Its sympathy, if thats what it can be called. I couldn't stand it, I couldnt see him like that and I bet he does understand it too." said Fredreich as he sat looking at the grey reflection of himself in the muddy lake water. Adrian was looking elsewhere. Skyscrapers stood like trees across the lake. Summer evening sun hid behind them imparting the concrete jungle a mystique aura. " Are you even listening to me?" Fredreich was beginning to feel that he was talking to himself. He put his feet down into the water and bent over to cover his face between his legs. "Fred, you know that it's not me whom you have to convince..", Adrian began slowly after a long draught of the moist air that smelt of freshly wet mud. He had always loved this fragrance but today was different. He couldn't feel the happiness that rallied into his mind everytime he experienced anything related to his childhood days. "..even I don't feel it was your fault. But don't you understand that they are different? The whole world else is alien to us three, Fred. They never understood any of us and never will."


The day had almost come to an end. Last defiant rays of tired sun that managed to outlast the buildings seemed like arrows flying straight at them. Fred lifted his head up. Tears had wet the spots that were his eyes a while ago. " But it has to be somebody's fault, right? Afterall, I could have killed him. Although i am not sure if i should be happy i couldnt do it or not. I was always a happy man, Adrian. I always had my dreams. I always aspired to grow.I cherished success,Adrian. I believed in hardwork and its fruits. I wanted to live life. But look at Allan.What is he doing in this world. How long was he going to stay squashed under that bastard whom he calls 'boss'? How long was he going to stay dissatisfied and aimless anyways? How long was he going to survive without a drive,Adrian? How mean had the world been to him? And now that I tried to relieve him of these myseries, this world believes it's upto them to decide whether I am at fault? Life has to be lived with passion Adrian. There is no room for static people like Allan here. It suffocated me to see him squirm under those whom he should have never cared about. He was too lethargic to do it and so i had to do it for him.I had to do something. I had to put an end to it. I had to kill him or atleast try my best."


"Well, that is where the difference lies between us, Fred. Ya, even i knew that Allan was a misfit here. But then, think about it, arent we all so? I myself am a disconnected man. I could not care less about a stressful,tough life myself. I seldom cared about these hurdles myself. I wandered from one green island to another in search of nothing,Fred. I was a step beyond complacency myself. I could not face challenges or fears and so i chose to avoid them. I ran, Fred, far far away from a hardworking me. I absoultely deny facing anything that stresses me out. Which is exactly why I said i cant help you when you asked me for assistance to kill him. I had to tell someone about it. I did and they saved Allan. But I guess i am too indifferent now, Fred. You can choose to do what you want with him and I promise to keep mum. Maybe you are wrong or maybe you are right, I dont know and I dont care."


" Then why dont you just go ahead and kill me, Fred?" Allan's voice startled them both. They had no idea when he reached there. It felt as if he was standing there all along. It felt as though he knew everything from what they were talking to what they were thinking this very moment. " I myself am tired of this bitch called life,Fred. You are right. There is no room for me here. I am not a fighter like you, Fred. Nor can i be free enough a bird to leave my nest as and when i have a problem like you, Adrian. I have my own limitations. I am lazy guys. I am neither taleneted nor intelligent. I have to adjust to everyone and anyone who walks over me. It's not like I dont realize it, my friends. I just dont have a choice. I was made like this. I am like this."


Fredreich got up. He searched hastily inside his pockets and found a knife. He looked at Adrian. Adrian chose to look away. He suddenly seemed to have taken an interest for the birds that were flying back to their nests. He wondered whether they were helplessly changing nests even as they were talking, leaving all that they could call their's behind. Fred looked at Allan now. He saw in his eyes helplessness, the very quality of him that Fred hated most. " come on, end me." Allan said and stretched out his wrists. Fred held his folded palms and slashed both his nerves. After about a dozen quick strokes Fred began to feel drowsy. Everything seemed to go blurred. Adrian had vanished. Allan was standing in front of him, smiling. Allan said," Dont worry Fred. Adrian had to go. He knows he cant stop it this time. We are far away from any place he could look for help."

Next day's newspaper said: " Famous computer programmer Fredreich A. Allan succeeds in his second suicide attempt."