A Love Buried Alive
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Chapter Three: A Love Buried Alive
That night, Amina couldn’t sleep.
Daniel’s face lingered in her mind like a shadow she couldn’t escape. She turned on her thin mattress, staring at the ceiling as memories replayed over and over again.
The laughter.
The late-night calls.
The promises that once felt unbreakable.
Then the silence.
She remembered waiting endlessly for him—calling, hoping, crying—only to be met with nothing. No explanation. No goodbye. Just emptiness that slowly taught her how to live without him.
Or so she believed.
Amina sat up, wrapping her arms around herself. “Why now?” she whispered into the quiet room she was. “Why come back after everything?”
Her heart felt confused, torn between anger and something she refused to name.
A soft knock suddenly broke the silence.
She froze.
Another knock followed—gentle, but certain.
Her heart began to race.
No one ever came to see her this late.
Slowly, she stood and walked toward the door, each step heavier than the last.
“Amina…” a familiar voice called.
Her breath caught.
It was him.
Daniel.
And just like that, the past she tried to bury came alive again.
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