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Ruhi's life has always been overshadowed by something dark. A haunting presence, a cursed bungalow, and the lingering ghost of her twin sister, threaten to destroy everything she holds dear. But when a mysterious figure from t...
Dear Diary, Nearly five months have passed, and it feels like the space between us has only widened. Our conversations have become almost non-existent, and every time I check my phone, I brace myself for the disappointment of an unanswered message. It's hard to believe that anyone could be this consumed by their life, but here we are. It’s become painfully clear that I no longer fit into his schedule.
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I closed my diary, the weight of my words pressing down on me, and turned my attention to my phone. Hours had passed since I sent my last message. And the small notification blinked on my screen: a new message from Esha.
My studies were going well. Esha was always by my side, helping me let go of the things that had happened and encouraging me to focus on my own life.
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11 Months Later...
Steven and my conversations have dwindled even further in the past few months. When we do talk, it's only brief exchanges, like passing ships in a fog. It’s as if we’re both too afraid to say what’s really on our minds. Despite this, I've made up my mind. I have to let go of my feelings for him. Love isn’t something that can be forced, and I can't keep holding on to something that’s slipping through my fingers. Time, once again, has proven itself to be a precious commodity, one that can’t be begged for or manipulated.
And yet, the thought of him still lingers. No matter how much I try to push it aside, I can’t seem to erase him from my mind. He’s still there, like a shadow, present in every moment even though he’s not really here. His lack of messages, the way he forgets, or perhaps the way it feels like he's forgotten, sometimes makes me wonder if there was ever anything there at all.
But no matter how much I try to convince myself otherwise, my care for him remains. He’s still the vulnerability I can't seem to shake. I wish I could say I’ve moved on, but every time I think I have, something pulls me back.
Life has resumed its normal pace, yet there are still those nights, those unsettling dreams that refuse to leave me. They’re a reminder that some parts of me are still healing. Some things, no matter how much I want to let go, refuse to fade away.
