Farewell night. Clouds trying to eclipse the stars constantly. Beneath the vast stretches of sky, she was counting the stars and I, the number of days left together. Breaking her reverie, she asked in a muffled tone, "Shashank, what do you fear the most?", expecting a subtle reply.
"To be caught in between. Where I can neither love the person nor hate them", I replied, realising we've only 3 days together.
"I will never ever let you in that situation", she said, embracing me and knuckling my hands in her.
A month later, I found myself battling against my only fear.
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