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"Days passed like centuries after what happened in the coffee shop. Even remembering about those moments breaks my soul into pieces..."
I finished telling Mark the tale behind the white flowers.
I was still trying hard to move on with my life, with my work, to gather up the old spark within me, to build up my lost confidence, but to no avail. And I was becoming a lively dead person and my family, friends, colleagues were all tensed with my behaviour but were unaware of the storm inside me.
With all those sleepless nights, wet pillows, sleeping pills, empty soul, I managed to live for six months and then a point came which totally left me devasted.
I was working on my laptop in a nearby coffee shop to my office when my eyes caught the news headline and I froze. Everything around me stopped but unfortunately my breath didn't. The news headline was,
Billionaire Abhimanyu died in a plane crash last night.
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