Lily … that name resonated in his mind like magic. Every day he woke up and drifted off to sleep saying her name. Every passing minute he missed her. Every happy moment made him yearn for her and every sad hour made him yearn for him even more.
Who was Lily? His love or his soul?
is his magic. His inspiration to wake up every morning. His source of every
goodness he exhibits. She was his light at the end of darkness, and she was the
one who pulled him out of melancholy now and then. It was her thoughts that
made him smile and feel loved. But where was she? Still a mystery … even to
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