The Last Time

He had loved her. She was conscious of the past tense every time that sentence came up. Had loved her. She doubted if there was any left now. She had always believed that a heart that loved cannot hate. If hate comes in, love tiptoes away. Unheard, unseen, but felt by the heart. But she stayed on because she still loved him. Inspite of everything, she did. And she truly believed that love conquers all and giving up was not something she could ever do. But today, she was also conscious of the foreboding in her heart that something was to go wrong. Very wrong.

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