Hearts we leave behind
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In London, love had been soft.
Rain on the windows, Raghav's laughter in the kitchen, my books spread across his lap while he traced idle circles on my wrist. It was a life I'd built far from the whispers of my hometown, a love so steady it felt like home itself.
But coming back meant facing the ghosts I'd left behind.
But at the end nothing lingered longer than it needed to.
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