The Weight of the World
I stood under the shower, letting the water wash over me, trying to clear the storm raging in my mind. Every drop felt like a tear I had been holding back, tears for Simbu, for my parents, and for Saran. It was overwhelming—the expectations, the misunderstandings, the helplessness.
I whispered to myself, “Why does love have to be this complicated?”
The sound of our favorite song, "Love Me Like You Do," echoed in my head, each lyric stirring memories of Simbu. His warmth, his voice, his laughter—all of it felt so far away now.
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A Pause Before the Storm
After the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and sat on my bed, staring at my phone. Simbu hadn’t called back. I debated reaching out again, but fear of another rejection held me back.
Instead, I messaged An
