🐼💜Prologue💜🐼
Some stories don't begin with a "once upon a time."
Some begin with an ending.
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The hospital room was quieter than usual that night.
Too quiet.
The kind of silence that makes your thoughts louder than they should be.
Bela sat by the window, her fingers wrapped loosely around a pen, a diary resting on her lap. The faint sound of rain tapping against the glass filled the room, as if the sky itself was trying to speak for her.
She liked the rain.
It made everything feel… less lonely.
Her eyes slowly moved to the IV line connected to her hand. The steady drip. The quiet reminder.
Time wasn't on her side anymore.
One year.
That's what the doctor had said.
One year to live.
She didn't cry when she heard it.
Didn't scream.
Didn't ask why me?
Because deep down… she already knew life had never really been in her control.
Letting out a soft breath, she looked down at the blank page in front of her.
Then, slowly… she began to write.
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"I could love you for four days…
Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter.
No… that's too long.
Maybe just three days…
Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow."
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Her pen paused.
A faint smile touched her lips.
There was someone on her mind.
Someone who didn't even know… he was about to become her entire world.
Vihaan.
The boy everyone stayed away from.
The boy who never let anyone come close.
And yet…
She had a feeling.
A strange, quiet feeling…
That her story would somehow begin with him.
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Her grip on the pen tightened slightly.
Another line.
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"If I fall in love…
I won't have forever."
"So maybe…
I'll just love him with everything I have…
in the little time I do."
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A tear fell on the page, the ink slightly smudging beneath it.
She quickly wiped it away, letting out a small laugh.
"Don't cry now…" she whispered to herself. "You haven't even started living yet."
Outside, the rain grew heavier.
Inside…
A story quietly began.
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One that was never meant to last.
But was meant to be felt… forever.