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When Words Fall Silent
Irina sat on the wooden bench in the small garden behind her house. The sky above was dark, void of stars, as if reflecting her inner turmoil. She held a cup of tea in her hands, but it had long gone cold, as though time had frozen—or perhaps she wished it had.
She gazed at the desolate garden: bare trees clinging to a few stubborn leaves, grass losing its vibrant green, and flowers that had withered with the onset of winter. This garden mirrored her; something inside her was slowly wilting.
Irina (thinking): "Why? Why do I feel like I'm losing myself? The closer Dimitri gets, the deeper I sink. It's as if he's taken something from me that I can't reclaim."
Memories flooded her mind—his recurring appearances, his words that ensnared her, his touch that left an indelible mark. She felt like a pawn in his game, one whose rules only he understood.
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