Chapter 3 - Recollection

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Ten years have passed since my childhood soulmate shattered my heart and left behind fragments that I believed could never be repaired. But, as they say, time heals all wounds, and I managed to move on, or so I thought.

Now, it feels like the weight of the past is crashing down on me with each tear that falls. And as I looked at my reflection in the mirror, memories flooded my mind of the moments I had shared with him, with my Goutham.

Those days, life with him was like living in a fairytale.

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𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰
(When Goutham and I were 14 years old)

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 4:30 𝘗𝘔. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘪, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘶𝘯 & 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮

𝘈𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘶𝘴, 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥-𝘢𝘵-𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘱.

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘺'𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

"𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘩𝘶, 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩!"

"𝘖𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘢!" 𝘐 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘺'𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵," 𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. "𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘪, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘪𝘵, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?" 𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘪 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘱.

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