TW// Might include self harm. Alcohol and drugs. Suicidal thoughts and suicide attempt(s).
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Redamancy: the act of loving in return.
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Love gets a person under it's influence to an extent, that another life becomes more important than one's own; basically, that life becomes directly proportional to one's own life. Complicated? Love is so.
But as well as the blooming flowers in the garden of the heart, love comes with hurt and pain. That either any one of the hearts has to endure, or both.
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Another day of 'the karan luthra' s room being full of empty wine bottles lying here and there. Some broken, while some still fine. The room being all messed up like this had become normal now. Everyone living in that house had become familiar with that picture of his room. And of course, he himself as well.
Holding the glass piece stuck in his palm between his fingers, Karan pulled it out with a jerk. No wince or anything left his mouth. This was another normal for him. Or it should be said as, his another favorite work. Hurting himself.
Because sometimes, physical pain eases the pain of the heart.
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Clutching the edge of the pillow in her fist, Preeta let her tears soak into it. This was her normal. Crying and crying. Crying on her fate and how it betrayed her. How the person she relied on the most made it difficult for her to rely on anyone, anymore. How the one she thought would go to the ends of the world for her, ended her world.
Yes. In a way.
When she had told him that he's her 'everything', she meant it. But that that perhaps didn't reach his heart, that he rather believed mere photos, which were actually morphed, than the person who not only called but considered him her everything.
He ruined it all.
Shrishti yet again saw her sister being in the same state. Slowly closing the door, she wiped a lone tear off her cheek and her hurt face changed into a determined one.
Determined for something which so needed to be done.
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