The next day, I vomit five times, faint eight times and cry seventeen times. No, I am not exaggerating. For the entire time, Vikrant is with me, silently helping me through all. I want to thank him but I don't think I can. I want to love him but I can't. I want to open my heart to him but I can't.
Day two is going worse. I have ……
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