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That she would never spend another minute in the faint glimmer of minimal sunrays while reading her favourite book under a tree in Boston common.

That she would never laugh with her patients as they tell stories of their lives to her and as she finds pieces of her life in them back in the Edenbrook patient rooms.

That she would never get to put up an act of being the top-notch doctor who has an answer to every question related to the difficult cases while she was alone in the Diagnostic Team Office.

That she would never get to sip coffee absently, a cake piece in front of her as her heart engaged in a conversation with itself, talking about the twisted circumstances of her life.

That she would never get to relish the apricity of December mornings or see the city decked up in red on gold in the Christmas week.

Thinking about it now as she sat in the jam-packed airport, so full yet so empty, she realised how deeply this city had got embedded in her life.

There was a time when she would doubt if this city could ever become her own if she could ever forget the homesickness as she hid herself in the blankets of snow in winters and blossoming flowers in spring, and now leaving this city behind felt like leaving her life behind.

Her soul behind.

Unbeknownst to her, tear streaks mark their way on her tired face, eyes red, gaze fixed at the floor. There was a desperate need for coffee, but she couldn't get the power to get up and buy one. Her mind was already doing the best it could in keeping her away from the maze of memories and heartbreaking thoughts where she would get lost, and slip into a sea of despair, pain and heartbreak, where she would drown.

The sky of her world was overcast, and soon it would rain, the weather grey and melancholy, piercing and painful.

The announcement echoes through the hall and people around her spur into sudden motion, packing the things taken out, taking out tickets for the check, getting ready to board. But her gaze remained fixed on the way leading to the entrance.

She took her bag and walked away from the crown that was now lining up in a queue, to take one last glance and let all hope extinguish as her reality sunk in.

She was about a hundred per cent sure that he wouldn't come.

Even if her words were a lie, even if her letter brought tears in his eye. He would never come. He would let her go, his irrational reason stopping him, his hand always inches away from that even after running miles she would never be able to hold it.

Yet, she would have been ready. To run, to fall, to get scarred. To die. If there had been hope. If there had been a light she could chase, if there had been a belief she could hold on to. That all this would be worth it. That all her turmoil wouldn't be futile.

But here, there was nothing. No chance, no belief, no hope. She could sense her name being announced in the speaker and she could also sense the heaviness of her head that increased by the minute. She could feel her senses slowly leaving her, a curtain of black slowly falling.

Before she could fall, she had to walk.

She had to keep her promise.

She had to leave.

"Pooja!"

The voice held her like two firm hands, gripping her as she fell, preventing her from getting hurt.

There was confusion, there was doubt. But deep, very deep down, there was a relief. There was happiness. She turns around and there they are.

Those icy blues which held unshed tears in their corners, which were desperate and pleading. There was no need of going back. She pinched herself once, wanting to confirm if the image that presented itself in front of her was deceit or truth and as the faint pain slowly dissipated, she made her way over to exit, walking in steady steps to fulfil her promise.

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No one knew how long they cried.

Both of them, holding each other as if united after eons.

His hand gripped hers as if it was that log in the tumultuous ocean on which his life hung. The hand which was once terrifying to hold, the thought of not being able to hold it seemed much, much more terrifying now.

Within minutes her luggage was safely stored behind his car and his racing heart slowly calmed down, as the anticipation of not being able to stop her slowly faded away.

There was only one thing he had to say, and as he held her hand through the entirety of their journey back, he conveyed in whispers,

"I won't let you go."

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