Her 5 minutes: A short story

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He became the love he never received. She was lying on the bed at 4 in the morning. That's when the alarm goes off, her boyfriend turns it off and after 5 minutes it goes off again, and her boyfriend turns it off again. Days pass, and the same thing happens every day, she tells him every day to turn it off. On 14th February 2019, she got a letter, "You kept on asking me why I set two alarms in the morning, that because I know that I am here only for a few days and those 5 minutes in the morning are very precious to me as I know that you are very busy whole day so I took those 5 minutes in the morning to hug you so that I can stay with you more, so I that I can keep you a little more, as I can't remember in my childhood someone hold me to hug and I don't want that to happen to you, Take Care." Another call in the evening of 14th February came and there was nothing but silence.


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