Platform no. 3 ||Short Story||

Platform no. 3 ||Short Story||

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"I had never felt pain so acute, so demanding, so....real. I had only heard people say that when you lose someone, no word in any dictionary, in any tongue, in any religion can ever be enough to contain what passes through you in that moment. I only ever felt it then.In that instance I knew that I would never be my old self again. I had changed, perhaps forever."
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I wear a mask so well that even I almost believe it. Almost. Then I met him. His eyes were hollow, his smile a lie-just like mine. In him, I saw my own reflection, the same quiet suffering hidden beneath perfect façades. For the first time, I wasn't alone. But happiness is always fleeting. One moment, he was there. The next, he was gone. A fall from a rooftop. A life stolen too soon. Now, the world feels unreal. Shadows shift. Whispers grow louder. And in the corner of my vision, I still see him. If he's gone... why does it feel like he never left?

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