Open Heart: Second Year {On Halt}

Open Heart: Second Year {On Halt}

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I thought I left the past behind when I came to Boston. This life where I made friends, have an amazing job and found someone to whom I surrendered my heart. Alas, so wrong I am. After surviving my intern year in the new sector of supercilious patronizing medical realm, I was left with an unbalanced reputation but tremendous fortuities for my career. Unfolding them will take everything I have learnt and yet to learn but Ethan Ramsey is always with me, keeping us together in our private universe as we unravel our relationship. But his eyes always speak a different story of a different life when he was a different man. Now, he is not that person anymore but the echo of an aphotic past has forever been imprinted in his soul. And that echo always reverberates between us like shadows of secrets spanning an invisible barrier. So many things he has to hide. And so did I. Something uncanny began talking hold of me after an accident, unexplainable...until my family revealed dreadful burials curled inside my head. Once, many years before someone took away the very being which made me human and since then, I lived with an illusion of memories. Now, that person who shaped this phantasm is back to return what was taken from me-for which I am not ready at all. When a global calamity strikes and separates me from my love, I never expected that life will give me a chance to finally face my past and take this creed on my hands. And with determination, I took off to a land where agony and fires burnt skies, where deadly maladies scintillated in air, where terrible unimaginable powers tipped scales of reality-where my love and my past danced in their dark duet of destruction. The trails I have to endure are many but the thirst to unite with Ethan will conquer them all. The second year will be a web of lies I was trapped in, created none other than myself and forged by what the waters left behind. And I promise with my open heart that I will entangle away in the end.
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