ONE MONTH LATER
I stood before the large window, watching the black clouds thudding furiously. I watched the rain pouring down as the memories swirled in my head. One month had passed. Just like that. Yet, her memory clung to me, soft but stubborn, like the echo of a song you never meant to love but ended up humming anyway. The image of her smile lingered in my mind like a quiet, delicate whisper β gentle, uninvited, unforgettable.
If youβve made it this far into my storyβ¦ thank you. I donβt ask for much, just a little love, a little support. Every chapter I post carries a part of me, and knowing it reached someoneβs heart? Thatβs everything. Supporting me here isnβt just about money. Itβs a way of saying, βKeep going, Iβm here.β If my words made you feel seen, held, or even just less aloneβ¦ then maybe, just maybe, they were worth writing. Thank you for reading. Thank you for being part of this.
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