Bench; here we met

Bench; here we met

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He hates him, now. Both are messed up, the other one has shut his doors to the world, burning into flames cause of guilt. They have suppressed their truth and real emotions deep under their skin. They try hard to ignore each other, behaving like strangers, but that doesn't make them happy but sad as hell. They hark to back to their long-forgotten love by thinking about each other. Will, their fate again entangle them for good? Or will it turn into their worst nightmare? Mate used to be the boyfriend of Zol, their sacrifices for each other and their understanding for each other was widely famous in their time. Both were polar opposite. They didn't care about the judgment of people. But then what happened that they shattered into millions of pieces? why did they stop talking? what made them turn their backs on each other? They decided to never cross their paths again. Maybe the lost love, that they thought was a curse, will be the reason for coming back together. Will be they be able to trust again and bear the obstacles, yet to come?
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