H E R - ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ

She lingers in my thoughts like an echo that refuses to fade.

Even now, her captivating scent clings to the fabric of my bedsheet, weaving through the fibers of my clothes, and infusing my pillowcases with memories of her presence. It feels as though she was crafted from the very essence of light, illuminating the shadows that envelop my otherwise desolate life.

Yet, as always, fate seems to weave its own intricate tapestry. She slipped away from my warm embrace, a fleeting moment I didn't grasp until the harsh reality settled in-too late to reach for her once more.

Not every tale finds its resolution in joy; some end in the bittersweet silence of loss.

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