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This is not just about love-this is about a love that gives without return, a love that persists even when every sign says "let go."
Sambenia loved him not at his best, but at his worst-when he was most unlovable, most distant, most broken. She didn't ask for perfection. She only wished for a little love back. Even just a sliver. Even just once.
But what happens when love feels like chasing after smoke-when you're tied by fate, only to be torn apart at the end? When you're nothing more than a "trial card" in someone else's game?
A love story full of questions left unanswered, of a wounds that keep reopening, and a heart that never stopped hoping... until it had nothing left.
A love that wasn't toxic, but exhausting.
A love that wasn't lost, but never truly there.
A love that keeps coming back-not with joy, but with pain.
How do you survive a love that never belonged to you in the first place?
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