Bound by memories

She brushed away tears with shaking fingers. “Every inch of this attic reminded me of love, not just loss. I convinced myself I could hold on forever, that maybe time would stop here with me. But time never listens. The walls grew lonelier, the silence heavier. I dreaded the day someone else would claim this space, because then I’d no longer belong to it, or to him.”
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