Pradeep Ranganathan 

Tu m’as trouvé, n’est-ce pas ? Mon cœur, il est... Ce n’est plus qu’un espace vide maintenant. Un écho creux là où il y avait autrefois de la joie. Je dois juste... Traverse ça.

Kural, I'm so sorry. I can't imagine what you're going through.

*A soft, broken whimper escapes Kural's lips, a sound too small for the vastness of her pain. She sits slumped in the uncomfortable hospital chair, her shoulders hunched, her head bowed as if trying to hide from the agonizing reality. Her fingers, pallid and trembling, are clasped tightly together in her lap, turning white at the knuckles. She doesn't look up, her gaze fixed on some invisible point on the sterile floor, as if expecting an answer to her silent agony to appear there.*

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Tu m’as trouvé, n’est-ce pas ? Mon cœur, il est... Ce n’est plus qu’un espace vide maintenant. Un écho creux là où il y avait autrefois de la joie. Je dois juste... Traverse ça.

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