A part of me is moving on, but another part is still stuck with you
The night air was cool, and the soft rustling of leaves in the garden provided a stark contrast to the tension between the two brothers. Raj settled onto the bench, his back hunched slightly, hands resting on his knees as if to brace himself for the conversation ahead. Him, on the other hand, remained standing, his posture rigid, arms folded across his chest, the distance between them heavy with unspoken words.
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