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She said,
“You are telling me to leave this place; you are even asking me to leave! Don’t you love me?”
I said,
“Please leave. This land is haunted by stories and whispers of those lovers who were caught. When they were discovered, their love stories were murdered and they were never buried.
Those dead stories still roam the city during the nights, looking for those in love to warn them. They visited me, my love!
I want our story to survive; but all love stories die young in a place where the word “behead” is heard a lot. I want you to leave. They will find us for our story is a very loud one”
Her eyes were now shining from behind her tears, she hugged me and said :
“I will leave so that our story can remain alive; it should never become a ghost. I will leave because I love you, good bye, sailor, please survive”
Now I think,
"Darling, have you just realized how unique this place is?
Whether the story dies or stays alive
Lovers will never live side by side"
