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Love, On A Withered Path.

Chapter 2 Her One True Love Gone.

Word Count: 1262    |    Released on: 25/01/2022

er every now and then. She had become restless. 'Did she made the right decision or was it a

vorite love songs. Celine Dion, Westlife, and Backstreet boys are her main collections. These songs remind him how much she loved Sam Greenwood, as she fantasize the promising future with him. She would imagine her love was close by listening, as she pours out her heart to him under the irresistible manipulation of music. Sometimes, she would call him with no urgency at hand, but just for him to listen to the songs she was pl

intervals. All efforts to wipe him off her memory were futile. Caught in two worlds, she was in a messy dilemm

r her in times of her trials and difficult situations. His unwavering love and care has earned him so much love from her. Clara was not a loose, but a strict type. Her conviction of how much she loved Sam, was clea

all he had done for her? What about the future the planned together? How coul

will lead her into making a hasty decision or reversing all she had told him. All she could do was to be resolute; pretending to be strong (but her heart was a liquid milk) throughout the the whole conversation. That way, she avoided emotional triggers at the spot. However, thin

ted on the door handle while the rest of her body besieged almost the whole length of the door. Her eyes was accumulatimg tears every second like an aggregated deep blue clouds, ready to release heavy downpours without pi

ord to miss her favorite TV shows. The documentary showing, was about people in real life who had supernatural abilities. On

pened to be snatched away few hours ago only by their looming fate. Even though she looked at Lora c

bs that heralded her presence. Her gloomy face, loaded with barrage of tears waiting to be

th you Clara? You l

uldn't hold any longer, they quickly dislodged from her eyes in an apparent unending rush. The sticky occupants in her nose at the same time, were not left out, they ran with

hispered with a

to calm her down; the other grabbed the edge of her waist as she walked her to the sofa where

ing with you darling? I hate see

of her questions. She was certa

ng events. She had seen no good in Sam Greenwood, but evil and bad luck. She was a mother who watched out for her children. The Best, she wants for daug

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