One evening, as we were talking, Eteima dropped a bombshell. She had been offered a job in another city, far from Imphal. It was a great opportunity, one that would provide a better future for her and her son. But it also meant that the distance between us would grow even further. The thought of her leaving filled me with a sense of dread. We had built something special, a connection that felt real and profound despite its digital origins.
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The days leading up to her departure were a whirlwind of emotions. We spent every possible moment talking, savoring the time we had left. We made plans to meet, to bridge the gap between our virtual and physical worlds. But the logistics were complicated, and the uncertainty of the future weighed heavily on both of us.
