She came.
She did.
He smiled faintly, his hand tightening around the anklet as if it were his only lifeline.
Well it was, because the relief he felt, the loneliness inside him melted, he missed her so much.
And he just wanted to scream because he lost her already.
She belongs to someone else now.
She's married to another man now.
Fuck!
He lost her, he lost someone he had before and this will be the biggest mistake of his life.
Even if he didn’t get to see her face, at least he saw what still belonged to her.
The last time he looked into her beautiful face, it was covered in blood. That memory still haunted him. All he prayed for now was that when he finally met her again, he would see her face clearly—no wounds, no pain—just the softness he had once loved.
His phone beeped.
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