ECHOES OF AN UNRETURNED HEARTBEAT

Every pulse held a silent whisper, a longing for reciprocity. Each echo bounced off the silence, unanswered, unheard. It was a rhythm of sorrow, played out in the space of a solitary heart. The air itself felt heavy with unsaid copyright, lost in the stillness. Yet, the heartbeat continued, a stubborn testament to faith that someday, perhaps, the