A Couple Holding Their Hands

The last conversation – veiled regrets and unsaid words.

    Riyanshika
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    Creation Milyin

    People are only human because they make mistakes. Isn't a second opportunity a prerequisite for redemption? A genuine second to one, however, presents a chance to effectively organise retribution. What happens if the only person caught in the lie trap is the gamer? What would happen if the person working for a second chance learnt? Read their last conversation. There is a hint of regret, a quandary, and a gap where some words are spoken and some remain unsaid.

    Last Conversation Milyin

    You couldn't forgive me. This was my time to reap what I sowed. I guess I deserve it for not prioritising what valuable treasure I had.

    Thank you for a few weeks. At least I got a glimpse of us. A chance that I failed to cherish. But I have realised I'm causing the wound distress rather than the comfort of love and healing. And I can't see you in discomfort. So for the last time, I wish to capture this moment in memories and see you for the last time. Goodbye, I'll make sure my existence won't hurt you any longer. ”.

    I said what I longed to say and left the room, my heart filled with remorse and my eyes devoid of any hope.

    The Last Conversation Milyin

    She left, leaving me with a token of her warmth, and I stand here rooted to my place.

    In the game of retribution, I lost what I longed for deeply. Something I crave that didn't let my heart rest and my mind accept. I thought the hurt and betrayal from love would give me peace. But on the contrary, I find myself drowning in something I can't explain. When finally the truth has emerged and the facade of love has shed, I find myself wanting something that I claimed I didn't want to. What just was supposed to be a game now feels like a gush of suffocation. In the redemption, appreciation, acknowledgement and care of hers, I found myself sinking beyond the facade. Her redemption tore the wish to be apart. It acts like a magnetic pull. I feel myself attracted too. And now when everything is destroyed, the silence, the betrayal that once meant to be a source of peace, now consumes me. I find myself drawn towards her like the moth towards the light.




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