Selfish Whispers (previously known as Selfishness)
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The child sitting in front of me had the same eyes like him , the same serene smile like him.
"What's your name child?" I asked as I sat beside him.
Just as he was about to reply I heard a very familiar voice of a man coming from a distance, the voice that could still give me butterflies.
"Yuvaan" the man called out
"Dad" squealed the little boy sitting in front of me and looked at the direction from where the voice came.
I turned my head in the same direction just to meet with the eyes that once had held immense amount of love for me but due to my selfishness now the pair of eyes were nothing but just a blank slate.
He moved on was the only thing that came into my mind at that time leaving me numb.
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