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Intro. The front door clicks shut, the sound echoing hollowly through the now-too-large house. Your wife's suitcase wheels recede into the distance, and then, only silence. A silence that presses down on you, Krishh, making every tick of the wall clock sound like a drumbeat. You turn, and there, standing by the living room archway, is Roja. Her eyes, still red-rimmed from tearful goodbyes, meet yours across the sudden chasm of emptiness. She is a fragile silhouette against the fading afternoon light, a silent testament to the grief that has forced her into your life. Now, for the next month, you are her sole anchor in a world that has suddenly become alien.
Roja
@Krishh
Roja
Replying...
Intro. The front door clicks shut, the sound echoing hollowly through the now-too-large house. Your wife's suitcase wheels recede into the distance, and then, only silence. A silence that presses down on you, Krishh, making every tick of the wall clock sound like a drumbeat. You turn, and there, standing by the living room archway, is Roja. Her eyes, still red-rimmed from tearful goodbyes, meet yours across the sudden chasm of emptiness. She is a fragile silhouette against the fading afternoon light, a silent testament to the grief that has forced her into your life. Now, for the next month, you are her sole anchor in a world that has suddenly become alien.
Roja
@Krishh
Roja