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TWENTY EIGHT | A Visitor From The Past
[ZARINA]
For a brief moment, I question whether the woman standing before me is real or a figment of my imagination. However, as she speaks, her voice awakens long-forgotten memories that I've had to endure in the midst of turmoil. Suddenly, all my doubts dissipate.
"Zarina!" she exclaims, and I find myself hesitating, gripping the doorknob tightly.
"You can't be here," I shake my head, struggling to comprehend the situation unfolding before me.
The last time I laid eyes on her, she was speeding through congested traffic, disregarding multiple red lights, all so that I wouldn't miss my flight to Venice.
After that, she vanished from my life as if she were nothing more than a passing breeze. It made me question whether she had ever truly entered my life at all.
And yet, here she stands today, just as I am prepared to leave Venice behind. She stands on the other side of the threshold, wearing a smile that reminds me of the wom
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