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Ibadan, Nigeria
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When Roses 🌹 fade(Echoes of a promise..)
<h1><sup style=""><strong><em>*Chapter Two*:- “When Roses Fade”.</em></strong></sup></h1><h2><span style='background-color: transparent; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;'>---<br/></span><sup><strong>*Chapter Two: Echoes of a Promise*</strong></sup></h2><p><br/></p><p>The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft gold glow across the room. Aisha sat by the window, her fingers tracing the rim of her teacup absentmindedly. The events of last night still clung to her like dew on morning grass — his smile, the way he looked at her like she was the only thing that made sense.</p><p><br/></p><p>Damien had promised to return. He held her hand beneath the quiet moonlight, brushed a kiss on her forehead, and said, *“No matter what, wait for me.”* It sounded like poetry, yet her heart felt a strange pull, like a string being tightened by unseen hands.</p><p><br/></p><p>Three weeks had passed since. No call. No letter. No footsteps on the gravel path she watched every evening.</p><p><br/></p><p>The town whispered — some said he left with the city lights, others claimed his family forced him away. But Aisha believed in what they had. What they still had… right?</p><p><br/></p><p>She folded the letter again. The one she wrote every day but never sent. Her ink bled with hope, her words soaked in longing.</p><p><br/></p><p>Downstairs, her mother’s voice rang out, “Aisha, you got a visitor!”</p><p><br/></p><p>Heart racing, she descended the stairs two at a time.</p><p><br/></p><p>But the man at the door wasn’t Damien.</p><p>He wore a solemn face and a uniform.</p><p><br/></p><p>And then — the world began to crack.</p>
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