It was a day like any other.

Sumeet switched on the car keys and started to drive back home. Months and days had passed since that incident but every day he felt the pangs of its guilt. Nothing had changed with time as Sumeet had realised time probably, can’t heal a few wounds. The wounds that one longs to hold close to, the scars that become part of who you are.

It was getting darker as the sky turned a shade more grey.
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