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❝That horrible day, she bid me goodbye was the day I died inside. Confusion and emptiness were the only things that resided in my heart, which she once used to warm. She became a mystery, one that intruiged me and at the same time made me hate...
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"I may doubt your love for me but I'll never doubt mine for you."
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Y/n's lower lip trembled as she sauntered to the entrance of the balcony rather speedily. She inhaled and exhaled rapidly, attempting to get her sense back. The cold wind whipped in her face in response to which she put her hand in front of her face.
She had done this numerous times, whenever she would feel trounced by the truth, she would find herself pacing in the balcony. Even though Sam was able to comfort her till quite an extent, she sometimes sought to doing it herself.
When you know the exact date, day and time of when you will die, either you drown in depression or become over optimistic. In Y/n's case, it was the latter. No, she didn't have hope left but she did have the will to carry on and make the most out of her counted days. And for that, she learnt to remain strong through thick and thin and cherish each moment she was blessed with. Because that was all that was left.
She took a step inside and naturally, she first scanned the area. She caught Ray's back turned towards her, his even breathing audible to her ears, in spite of the somewhat howling breeze. She wanted to speak up and catch his attention, but the moment her lips parted, she sensed her throat close up. She perceived that if she were to speak, her voice would crack ultimately. And she hated how much that hurt, and how pathetic it sounded. It always felt like thorns were piercing one after the other, hence she didn't suprise herself when she decided against speaking instantly and gulped continuously instead.
