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Echo of the night
<p>It was late at night, but CJ’s dad was still sitting outside the house. The air was heavy and still, yet his mind refused to be quiet. The harsh words spoken to him earlier that day, the finger that had been pointed so accusingly each replayed itself over and over, like a relentless echo he couldn’t escape.</p><p>He rubbed his face, feeling the weight of loss pressing down on his chest. Memories of laughter, of shared dreams, of promises made in the warmth of love, all felt like they had been stolen from him.</p><p>“Chai! Why did you leave me like this?” he murmured, his voice barely carrying in the night air. “I loved you… I still love you. And yet, you didn’t even allow us to enjoy our marriage properly. You left me alone to face the emptiness, alone to carry the pain.”</p><p>His eyes traced the shadows around him, searching for answers in the darkness. The silence seemed cruel, mocking him. Every heartbeat reminded him of what could have been, every sigh was a whisper of regret. And still, he sat there, hoping perhaps foolishly that somehow, somewhere, he could feel her presence again.</p>

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