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Smriti's POV:
She had spent years learning how to survive without love.
I had spent years learning how to love her quietly.
She called her walls protection; I called them something I wanted to understand.
She was fire to the world, yet softness to the few she trusted.
I saw the woman beneath the captain, beneath the uniform, beneath the scars.
She carried responsibilities like they were promises carved into her bones.
I carried a secret love she had never asked me to confess.
She feared that love would ask her to lose herself again.
I feared that telling her would make me lose her altogether.
So we stayed somewhere between friendship and something neither of us named.
Between lingering glances and hands that never seemed to let go.
Between long hugs and conversations that lasted until sleep found us.
She kept choosing duty; I kept choosing patience.
She kept saying she was enough on her own; I kept believing she deserved to be chosen too.
Maybe love wasn't meant to rescue her from her past.
Maybe it was simply meant to stand beside her while she faced it.
And perhaps, after all the years of asking what if it doesn't work?-
we would finally dare to ask, "What if it does?"
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