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Fate!

Track destined to single obliged gist, considerately acquired to deal the presence you leave behind. 

I am Tess, 28 to be in few months. 
Barry and I are together since 8 years. We were the best of friends from college. 

Young, charming and decent personality he owned. The most attractive trait about Barry was his accent. He came from London and the accent here in states varied from there. 

Barry was an orphan which helped me build a good bond with him since I was God’s child. Father from the West-Wood church helped me in every steps of my life. 

After 18 I had to leave to explore life. 

The early phase it was. 

Barry and I got into an official relationship at the age of 20. We were committed to each other and had moved in together into a living relationship.

Life went pretty decent for a year until something special happened. The best thing had happened for both of us. 

Yes, We were expecting a child. More to me Barry was excited to take his status as a father. 

( The initial and the good portion is mentioned) 

( Nobody has the best for themselves always, likely Barry had a weakness) 

Barry was into drugs, it was not after I met him but from his early childhood this addiction had captured him completely. He tried hard resisting, making up to different rehabs but the effect was extreme. 
Despite of this flaw he always did his best for me. He used to get violent sometimes but the love we had always made things back to normal. 

I could never think of leaving him. He was all over me. Barry and I were two different bodies but a single soul. Not from my childhood to this age I ever expected that I would actually love somebody to this extent. 

With the love we moved on. We now were three living together. Barry, my cute angel Jenna and I. We had a perfect family.  

The happiness is never constant, the fate has both ups and downs in our lives. Likely Barry was falling deep for drugs. He had a devastated situation. He had no control over himself.  

The happiness soon changed into tears, arguments and the arguments would sometimes result into fights. It seemed like we were having the worst phase in our lives. 

Despite of being into drugs Barry cared for us a lot. He have had asked to leave him and have a better life for Jenna and I. How could I even think of leaving him behind? I loved him. 

But things always got worst, he always cried with all his heart with apologies for being the worst boyfriend and a worst father. He wanted us to have the best. 
By then we had been bankrupted. More to me or Jenna I was helpless for Barry. He had been struggling every second. The cuts he made in the scarcity of drugs used to shatter my hearts into pieces. 

Months passed and the effect got worst. He had turned into a complete mess. 

It has been a year now that Barry is gone, it is Jenna and I who live in the Northern territory and I believe that the love Barry and I had lives forever. It was a hard time for me but I had no way left to send Barry to peace. The regret stays that I murdered the love of my life but I believe that he loves me the same to forgive me. 

I love you Barry! We Love you. 

SAAIL POKHREL







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