SWEET HAUNTING

SWEET HAUNTING

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“I never dream that we will have a happy ending. How can I? If in the first place I know that our story is the most impossible thing to happen. But, still it happened that’s why I could not help myself to pray and hope that someday we can still be together to continue this Love story we have started…” “Oh! Michael.” She cried out. “But now, I’m letting you go because it is the right thing to do, not because I want it.” Eumera flung her arms on his body. They cried in each other’s arm. They savor every minute that they could hold each other. “I love you….Michael Soliven,” she sobbed. “Goodbye…for now, my love.” Slowly, her body was fading away, so as her voice. First, her feet, next was her upper body and then her face with her tears. Left, was Michael who could not move because of the pain he was feeling, now. He fell down on his feet and knelt in the white sand and cried, loudly. “What is good in goodbye? Tell me! What is good in goodbye if it means forever? God, I never love a woman as I love Eumera. Please, I’m begging you, bring her back! I need her… I love her…. Please….” He shouted, tearfully.
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The first time Mira saw him, he was bleeding. A cold night. A flickering streetlamp. He sat on the curb, knuckles split, blood dripping onto the pavement like ink staining a page. She should have walked away. Should have pretended she didn't see him. But she didn't. Instead, she crouched beside him, her voice soft but steady. "Who did this to you?" He laughed-a low, bitter sound. "Does it matter?" Mira didn't know his name yet. But when their eyes met, something inside her recognized him. Not his face. Not his voice. His pain. Because she had the same kind buried in her bones. --- His name was Riven. And trouble followed him like a shadow. He never spoke about his past. Never explained the bruises. Never asked for help. But Mira saw the anger in his fists, the exhaustion in his shoulders. The war he fought every time he looked in the mirror. And despite herself, she stayed. Even when he told her to leave. Even when his darkness bled into her light. Even when she knew-this would destroy her. --- One night, he showed up at her door, drenched in rain, eyes empty. "I did something bad." Mira's breath caught. "What did you do?" Riven didn't answer. He just looked at her, jaw clenched, chest rising and falling like he was trying to breathe through whatever monster was clawing at his ribs. And she knew. It wasn't just a fight this time. It wasn't just another wound to clean up. He had crossed a line. And now, there were only two options-run, or drown with him. Mira should have been afraid. Should have shut the door, called the police, saved herself. But love made people stupid. So she stepped forward, wiped the blood from his cheek, and whispered, "Then we leave. Together." Because blood runs thicker than water. And love? Love was the thing that made you stay-even when you knew it would kill you.

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