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Hindolam: D₁

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“But..”

Her lips quivered, feelings clouded her mind. She loved him dearly and wouldn't do anything to give him up, his love, his care. When he came into her life, she was reborn, a new energy coursing through her veins. Every day started with his presence, his warmth. His hug that protected her, she felt at home. His insane possessivenes that made him keep her close. She couldn't even consider leaving him. Her existance revolved around him. She dreamt up a world that consisted of only both of them. She painted her life in his colours, bright and happy.

And now, after all this time, he comes into my life, the invisible part of my being. He kissed her, giving her new life and hope, but she slowly pushed him away. She didn't want a new life, she was happy with her life. A shadow of despair crossed his face, and she was shattered. She didn't want to hurt him, he who has always been there for her. She just wanted him to be there for her, as her friend. She took his fist in her hand, and slowly pried open his hand. She kept the key in his hand and a beautiful smile crossed her face. 

“Keep it with you. You'll find your princess someday. If you're caged in my love, you wouldn't find her. Let yourself go, live your life.”

With those words, she took her hands out of his grasp and ran away into the distance with her loved one, her melodious laugh still echoing in the air. She faded into the distance until he could see her no more.


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