The real love...
In the silence of the night, shadows danced like lost souls. Rohan's heart was a stormy sea, waves crashing against the shores of despair. She hadn't replied to his messages for days. The void grew, swallowing him whole.
He remembered her smile, the spark in her eyes, the way she laughed. It all felt like a distant dream now. The pain was unbearable.
Rohan sat at his desk, a letter unfolding on the paper:
"My love, I couldn't bear the thought of living without you. You were my sunrise, my everything. Forgive me."
The pen slipped from his fingers as he closed his eyes. The darkness closed in, a cold embrace.
The next morning, the room was quiet. Too quiet. Rohan lay still, a faint smile on his lips. The letter, now stained with tears, whispered its goodbye.
The world kept turning, indifferent to the heart that stopped beating. But in the echoes of that night, Rohan and his love remained, forever entwined in a love that refused to let go 💔.