I could hear the rain pouring down rhythmically. I reached out through the window, letting the droplets touch my bare hands. The water started slipping through my fingers, a poignant reminder of all the opportunities that slipped away like rainwater, lost to my grief.

How could I let myself miss those things? How could I be so careless? The thoughts started whirling around my head.

“Not again,” I told myself as I stood up to make myself a cup of tea. I haven’t had tea in weeks now because I barely had any energy to do anything. Pending assignments and office work have piled up on my study table since last week.

I had been........

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