Chapter 5: Aftermath and Acceptance
I sighed.
A long, deep sigh—the kind you let out when you’ve run out of hope. The city outside kept moving—vendors calling out, children laughing, someone’s radio playing an old Lata Mangeshkar song. But inside the car, time had stopped. I was alone, surrounded by memories and what-ifs, waiting for the next chapter to begin.
He really shouldn’t have turned off his phone.
If he hadn’t, maybe things would still…
The sentence trailed off in my mind, unfinished, just like the story I thought we were writing together. I leaned back, letting the familiar sounds of the city wash over me. As the city’s noise drifted in through the cracked window, I closed my eyes, letting the ache settle. Somewhere, a WhatsApp notification pinged again—reminding me the world was still watching.