PS., I Love You
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
Indian (Hindi) Indian (Hinglish) North American (General)Transcript
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holy held a blue cotton sweater to her face and the familiar smell immediately struck an overwhelming grief, not in her stomach and pulling at the heart beats and needles ran up the back of her neck and a lump in her throat threatened to choke. Panic took over apart from a low hum of the fridge and the occasional morning of the pipes. The house was quite, she was alone, bile rose in her throat and she ran to the bathroom, but she collapsed to her knees before the toilet Kerry was gone and he would never be back. That was the reality. She could never again run her fingers through his soft heart, never share a secret joke across the table at the dinner party. Never cried to him when she got home from a hard day at work and just needed a hug. She could never share a bed with him again, never be woken up by his fits of sneeze each morning, never laughed with him so much as stomach could never fight with him about whose turn into get up and turn the bedroom let off. All that was left was her bundle of memories and an image of his face that became more and more vague each day. The plan had been very simple to stay together for the rest of their lives. A plan that anyone within their circle would agree was conditional they were best friends, lovers and soul mates, destined to be together everyone. But as it happened one day, the destiny greed will change its mind