Stay with me, for now

Stay with me, for now

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Reyansh: 5 years ago I met my boyfriend in a café, 4 years ago we started dating and 6 months ago I found his body in our apartment, with a letter addressed to me, which I have still not read. Now all I do is stay in my 2 bhk apartment meant for the two of us and when the nights become way too quiet without him, drowning myself in alcohol feels like the best way to get through it. Until he moved in next door with Disha, my best friend. Aditya: Coming out to my parents wasn't easy but it's not like I was given any choice. When my best friend outed me to our whole college the bullying started getting worse. Disha convinced me that I should tell mom, dad, about everything that happened. And I believed my sister, 10 days later, I left Delhi for good and now I am crashing on my sister's couch. And as if my life wasn't trying me enough Disha's asshole of a best friend, Reyansh lives next door, who makes me want to punch him on the best of days.
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