This story is for those who have loved and lost, who have experienced the pain of heartbreak and the ache of longing. It's for those who have held on to the memories of a past love, and for those who have struggled to move on from the grief of losin...
Shreya found a female best friend at her tuition who was with her every single time she helped her emotionally and lobed her like a sister and tells her that the boy is not good for her don't ruin your mental health behind him but the girl didn't listened and kept loving him.
Her new friend, Rhea, became her confidante, her partner in crime, and her emotional support system. Rhea saw the way the boyfriend treated her, saw the way he made her feel small and insignificant.
"Girl, he's not good for you," Rhea would say, over and over again. "He's sucking the life out of you, draining your energy and your happiness. Don't let him ruin your mental health."
But she wouldn't listen. She was too invested, too in love, too convinced that he would change.
"You don't understand, Rhea," she'd say, shaking her head. "He loves me, deep down. He's just going through a tough time."
Rhea would sigh, frustration etched on her face. "I do understand. I understand that you deserve so much better than someone who makes you feel like crap all the time. But hey, it's your life, your choice."
And so the cycle continued. Rhea would offer her advice, her support, and her love, but she would just push it aside, blinded by her love for him. Rhea would be there to pick up the pieces, to wipe away her tears, and to remind her of her worth, but she wouldn't listen. Not yet, anyway.
Rhea took her hand, her eyes locked on hers. "Your heart is a canvas, painted with vibrant colors, full of life and beauty. Don't let him dull your hues, don't let him turn your art into a mess."
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She smiled wistfully. "But what if he's the one who brings out the colors in me? What if he's the one who makes my art worth seeing?"
Rhea's grip tightened. "Then why does your smile falter when he's near? Why do your eyes lose their sparkle when he speaks?"
She looked away, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe I'm just afraid of the dark, afraid of losing the beauty he brings."
Rhea's voice was a gentle breeze. "The beauty was always within you, my friend. He's just a shadow, a fleeting moment. Don't let him define your light."
She nodded, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "You're right, Rhea. I know you're right."
But still, she couldn't help but hold on to the hope that he would change, that he would be the one to bring out the colors in her heart. Little did she know, Rhea's words would be the ones to ultimately set her free.....
