His Newspaper.

She was an old newspaper to him. Worn out, aged, yellowed, discarded by many, but one that held the news of him being honored. And as much as he wanted to distance himself from her, she shone vibrantly on his portfolio, irrespective of the rugged state. She represented his honor,  his achievement, proving him to the world. He, scared to hurt her, afraid to let her go in someone elses hands, yet manoeuvred by his heart to push her away.

Persistent she was, stubborn he stood.

Truth is, even the strongest of stubbornness washes away with the deepest of love.


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