Azure Story

Azure Story

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Her mouth is silent, but her blue eyes. speak a thousand words. She's not screaming, not pleading for her life. The tears roll down her cheeks, her hands intertwined with mine. Her lips are pursed and her whines are almost silent, not like they were just moments ago, loud and painful to listen to. The doctors look at me with sorrow in their eyes. They're somehow saying "I'm so sorry." without actually speaking. I've always found that eyes say more than words. "John," Ellie smiles, tears brimming her eyes, "I love you." "I love you too, Ellie. So much." "John," she says, staring up at the white ceiling, "I want you to name her Azure." In that moment, I find the power to smile with her. Even laugh a little. I've never liked that colour. She knows that. We've discussed it so many times before. So stubborn, she is. I always lost the battle. We decided to wait until after. As she closes her eyes the heart monitor screeches, her fingers loosen around mine. But she never lets go. She promised me she wouldn't. ***
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The door opens and closes thirty times in five minutes, the table clutters endlessly. What's happening? Why am I being held by two officers in the corner of a counseling clinic? Is this an interrogation ground now? Shadows race past me, like mirages in a desert, faces flicker into view only to vanish the next second. The officers speak, but I can't hear them. My senses are failing me. Something inside me is taking control, and I might faint. If I wake up in a hospital, will this still be a nightmare, or something scripted? The city woke to devastation. The news spread like wildfire-Dr. Nadia, a champion for human rights, had been murdered in this very clinic. Yesterday, she voiced her fear for her life; no one listened. Now, she's gone. The press churned out articles minute by minute, TV channels broadcast live updates, and the internet roared with outrage. Police teams haven't slept. Top agents were deployed. That's how I met Inspectors Carla and Javed-while being held as both the prime suspect and the sole witness to this chaos. Dr. Nadia wasn't just a leader; she was a symbol of hope. She fought tirelessly for the oppressed, for justice, for rights the government ignored. Yet, she seemed to know her time was near. A week ago, she hinted at it but continued her fight. Yesterday, she paid the price-her life. Now, the city mourns her loss, consumed by guilt for ignoring her cries for help. The last time I saw Nadia, she was here, in this clinic. She didn't want to live. She seemed tired, desperate for respite. How does someone so adept at convincing others to hold on end up wanting to let go? Her death feels like a betrayal. She trusted us, and we failed her. I failed her. Now, it's on me to prove this was no accident-a cold-blooded murder. Or was it?

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