Epilogue 1.0

Seven Years Later

Sydney was not new for me, neither was the accent nor the buildings. It was all familiar yet distant in its own way.

But what mattered was that it no more had the power to stir anything within me.

I thought coming back to Australia would make me giddy and weird, I thought it would whirl the records of souvenirs I had. But it didn't.

I was okay with all of it, I was composed, in fact I was happy.

I wasn't someone who would credit time for healing me, I'd rather say I did it myself.

Or better.

What broke me years back was what mend me at the last.

If love broke me then, then love mend me again as well.

Life was never smooth and easy after that, sometimes dying seemed better but ultimately it all fell in place.

Eventually, he made everything right again.

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