: So you've given up writing altogether? : Yes. : Why did you do that? You're always so cryptic about everything! : You left me too, Samar! But I didn't blame you for being cryptic! : I left? And what does that have to do with writing? : I don't know. But I can't write anymore. : Start again. You can do it. : Samar, you start again too. You can do it as well. : Don't talk nonsense. : Ha ha ha... you're the one talking nonsense! : You used to write so beautifully. : I used to love so beautifully too! : That's exactly why I had to leave. Your love was divided. : Divided? I love you, Samar. And writing was just something I enjoyed. : A lover never tolerates a rival.
The Lover's Rival
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