Grief was a silent thief, stealing the colours from his world. Each day felt like an echo of the last, with only shadows to keep him company. He sat at her grave, where the grass swayed gently, whispering reminders of the life they had shared—now a distant dream.
But at night, the darkness transformed. In his dreams, she returned, her laughter ringing like music in the stillness. He could feel her warmth, see the sparkle in her eyes, and for a moment, the ache of reality faded.
Determined to hold on to her forever, he crafted a dream world where she could live, free from the confines of death. He rebuilt their memories, each detail painstakingly perfect, hoping to escape the unbearable loneliness that haunted his waking hours.
As he slipped deeper into the comfort of this illusion, he found solace in the shadows—but with each passing night, the line between love and obsession blurred, forcing him to confront the question he feared: What happens when the dream becomes more real than reality itself?
Hi myself Rida, and it's my first time writing a book, so I am definitely excited and hoping the same for dear readers 😊
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| HIS WORLD |
FantasyHe wasn't ready to say goodbye. Not then, not ever. After she was gone, the world grew quiet, drained of all color. Each day blurred into the next, and no matter how many times he sat by her grave, she never came back. But at night, in the fragile s...
