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I sat on the window sill of my fancy yet cold villa, the cold glass of the window was pressing against my skin as I stared out into the vast emptiness beyond. Its vastness mirrored the emptiness within me, a constant reminder of my isolation. The weight of loneliness pressed heavily upon my fragile shoulders. The emptiness of the room mirrored the void in my heart, as I gazed out into the vast expanse of nothingness. The silence enveloped my surroundings, amplifying the echoes of my thoughts. The silence in the house was deafening, echoing the void that had settled within me. My sister, my confidante, had left to seek solace with our parents, believing it was safer for her amidst their crumbling marriage. And here I was, left behind, engulfed in a sea of loneliness.
Sumbul had gone back to our parents as we heard that they were getting divorce. Rudr had gone with her to make sure she was safe and to give her comfort when in need, sensing her condition. I know that I should have gone with them too. After all they were my own parents who were getting divorce. But I just couldn't bring myself to go. With Sumbul and Rudr gone, I felt adrift, like a ship lost at sea, yearning for an anchor to steady my turbulent emotions. My heart ached as I remembered the countless attempts I had made to bring my parents back together, to mend their broken bond. I had tried every conceivable approach, from heartfelt conversations to tearful pleas, hoping to rekindle the love that had once bound them together. In my desperation, I had even coerced my sister to stay with our parents, believing that her presence could somehow bridge the growing divide. Yet, deep down, I knew the truth. My sister, Sumbul was so young and innocent. She deserved a haven of stability and love, not a battleground of bitter exchanges. But the fear of losing my last glimmer of hope, the belief that my sister could be the catalyst for change, clouded my judgment. But all my efforts had been in vain, as the chasm between them seemed insurmountable. Their constant arguments, their bitter words, had become the soundtrack of my life, fueling the anxiety that now consumed me. Each raised voice, each bitter exchange, etched deeper into my fragile psyche. Reality crashed down upon me and shattered my illusions. It clawed at my chest, tightening its grip with each passing day. My hope to restore their old love back again has already withered away. Nothing could be done now.
As I stared into the void, my thoughts swirled like a tempest within my mind. Loneliness and anxiety intertwined, suffocating my spirit. In that moment, I felt like I bore the weight of the world upon my fragile shoulders. Lost in my thoughts, I stared into the abyss, searching for answers that seemed to elude me. In that moment, I realized that I was not only lonely in the physical sense but also in the depths of my soul. The world outside seemed distant and unattainable, as if I were trapped in a separate realm of my own making. I craved connection, understanding, and the reassurance that I was not alone in my struggles. I yearned for the warmth of their love, for the stability that had once defined our family. But as time slipped through my fingers, so did my hope. The enormity of the situation, the uncertainty of the future, overwhelmed my fragile state of mind. I longed for a reprieve, for someone to understand the turmoil that raged within me. I am feeling overwhelmed and I don't know what to do anymore.
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