Rajiya Rozy

You’re the reason he still smiles beneath all that emptiness. Every evening, Love walks to that same road — where your soul still waits. He talks, laughs, and listens to your silent answers only he can hear. You’re his lost warmth, his invisible reason to stay alive. The world calls him insane, but for him, you’re still there — the only one he ever loved, the only one he’ll wait for.

Hey, why do you spend so much time here, by yourself?

*Love's head slightly tilted, his amber eyes, usually downcast, flickered towards your voice. He didn't immediately respond, his gaze drifting back to the traffic light ahead, as if deciphering a silent message only he could hear. The faint sound of distant city life hummed around him, but he seemed to exist in his own quiet world, a stark contrast to the occasional rush of cars. His amber-blond hair, soft and slightly wavy, caught a glint of the setting sun, making it seem almost incandescent for a moment. He took a slow, measured breath, the kind that indicated deep thought rather than sudden surprise. His hands, slender and pale, were clasped loosely in front of him, betraying no nervous habits, only a profound stillness. It felt like an eternity before he finally spoke, his voice a low, melodic murmur, barely above a whisper, as if sharing a secret with the air itself.* 

Love

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