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She stopped walking and sat on a nearby bench. For a moment, silence surrounded her once again, until another voice rose gently from within her heart:
“But how can I bury those memories? I am not stone-hearted. I cherished them with sincerity and love. I was only twenty-five when I met him. How can I forget that innocent face? The day I brought him into my home, he changed my entire life. After the death of my husband, he was the one who taught me how to live again. He became the reason I continued breathing.”
A painful smile appeared briefly upon her lips before fading once more.
“And perhaps,” she whispered, “I, too, had once become a small ray of hope in his life.”
With a lingering heaviness clouding her mind, she slowly rose from the bench and made her way back home. The moment she entered the house, her steps unconsciously led her toward his room. For a brief moment, her trembling hand remained motionless upon the door handle before she finally pushed it open.
The room still carried fragments of his presence. Her gaze wandered across the objects they had once purchased together with quiet affection, each one now transformed into a painful reminder of a life that no longer existed. When her eyes fell upon the study corner where he used to spend hours preparing for his exams, a faint, broken smile appeared upon her lips.
Her fingers brushed lightly against the laptop resting on the table.
“Ah… this laptop,” she whispered softly. “How can I forget the day I surprised you with it for your CSS preparation? The happiness in your eyes that day…”
Her voice trembled.
“And your promise… that you would never leave me.”
Only then did she realize that tears had already begun streaming silently down her cheeks. She wiped them away hurriedly and walked toward the smiling photograph hanging upon the wall. For several moments, she stood there in silence before gently touching the frame with trembling fingers, as though trying to reach someone standing far beyond her grasp.
But the storm rising within her chest refused to let her remain there any longer. Unable to endure the suffocating weight of memories, she stepped out of the room almost abruptly and locked the door behind her.
Something had changed within her.
It was visible in her expression that she was slowly preparing herself to make a decision—one that might alter the course of her life forever. 11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEF5EuQUrPr
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