FADING AWAY

FADING AWAY

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Every relationship will fade away.People who loved us will move on with their own life.They will fade away like a wind.This happens everywhere in every relation.We should be strong to face it.Relations are meant for a short period of time later someone else will take them like you took before.But the cycle will come back.They will realize later your importance but you no longer will have that same rapport because you might have moved on with your own life.Every memory is meant to fade.Every relation is meant to end.In this voyage of life, you might meet many other voyagers but they may leave.And you might have your own companion whom you trust to be yours forever but they will move on by giving a bye note.Again you all alone to cross the sea of life and when you reach the end there waits for the end of your relation with the soul which we named death.This is it every relations end...
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"Who says your life ends only when your heart stops? It ends even when there's a celebration around you." A marriage. To a man who had saved my parents' life. Their respect, their businesses, their home ... But at a cost. The cost being me. I was to be wed to a stranger. A Yade. His nationality, species, colour, eyes, skin... none of that ever mattered. The only thing that has ever mattered to me was that the man I marry be the man I have been dreaming about for six years. Six glorious years spread apart with memories that set my soul on fire and light my life up. Hope was a beacon and love was a companion I had lived with in every life. And now, I was to marry a stranger to save my parents' life. There was no real choice to make. Why show me how glorious my life could be, if I were never meant to live it?

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