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your scent wafting around me. Still hear your warm laughter from thi

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y, blank on the inside. No feelings. None. When it came to my dead sister’s fiancé, I always felt safe. Comforted. Home. He felt like home. There were days when we

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otions. I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. Apparently, I was still in shock. Denial. Or at least that’s what they all were whispering. Because why else wouldn’t I cry on a death? But now, watching the

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y, wetting the white cloth which was draped on Beyza’s body, covering her face as well. With hesitance a

.when he lifted the veil from her face, the whole room erupted into

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glance at

al structure of her face. Everything. He wanted to remember everything about that beautiful face. Because soon enough, she was going to be snatched from our

at Beyza, our baby girl was gone. We had to admit her in the hospital because she was goi

ed with a straight face, displaying no hint of emotion in his otherwise warm and welcoming eyes. H

perate for a last glance at Beyza, wails, loud cries, screams of agony filling the whole room as

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