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Once upon a time, in a bustling city where dreams were woven into the fabric of daily life, there lived a remarkable doctor named Dr. Fahlada. Known around her hospital as the "Angel Doctor," she possessed a rare gift in the realm of medicine, but her true magic lay in her ability to heal hearts—not just those of her patients, but her own that remained mended by ghostly threads of the past. Years ago, love had painted Fahlada’s heart with vibrant colors, but it was a tumultuous rainbow that ended in sorrow when she and Earn, a free-spirited artist, parted ways. Their passion had burned bright, a whirlwind romance filled with laughter, spontaneity, and dreams of a shared future. But the flames of love, while intense, can sometimes scorch, and in the wake of their breakup, Fahlada was left with a scar. It was a wound that settled deep within her, carving out a fortress around her heart, making it nearly impossible for her to let anyone in again. As the years passed, Fahlada dedicated herself to her patients and her work, devoting her life to saving lives and mending broken spirits. Although she became a master in her field, her heart ached for the warmth of companionship. Yet she could not bring herself to open up; the past lingered like a haunting refrain, whispering tales of what could have been. One fateful day, the bustling hospital announced a new partnership with a vibrant campaign to inspire hope among the community. They revealed that Earn, the ex-girlfriend who had once turned Fahlada's world upside down, would become the brand spokesperson. In a twist that felt like fate itself was playing a hand, Earn would be advocating for the very hospital that had been Fahlada's sanctuary. The moment Earn stepped into the hospital for their first meeting, the air crackled with an electric tension. She was the embodiment of freedom and creativity, her hair flowing like a cascading waterfall of colors, her laughter ringing with the melodic notes of both nostalgia and pain. Despite the years and the distance, Fahlada felt her heart stutter—a mixture of exhilaration and trepidation that sent ripples through her guarded soul. Earn radiated charisma, drawing everyone toward her like moths to a flame. She wore her heart on her sleeve, her passion evident in every word she spoke about the importance of hope and healing in a community like theirs. And as she shared her journey, Fahlada watched from the wings, torn between admiration and the striking reminder of a love lost. Days turned into weeks, each encounter pulling Fahlada closer to the precipice of her emotions. Earn would often come by the ward, sharing playful banter and stories that painted colorful images in Fahlada's mind, reigniting memories both sweet and painful. They found themselves laughing together, sometimes an awkward silence ensued, but gradually, it danced into a rhythm that began to feel familiar, yet frightfully new. Then came a moment that would change everything. One sunny afternoon, as the two women shared a quiet moment in the garden behind the hospital, Earn turned to Fahlada, her eyes shimmering like the shimmering sun above. "I never meant to hurt you, you know," she said softly. “Back then, I was just a girl trying to find my way. But I think, somehow, you always held the compass to my heart.” Fahlada felt the fortress she had built around her heart begin to tremble. In that instant, layers of the past peeled away like a flower blooming in spring. She could no longer ignore the connection they shared, the undeniable force that drew her back toward Earn's light. With a deep breath, Fahlada found herself saying the words she had kept locked away for so long. “It hurt, Earn. It really hurt. I thought I could never heal. But seeing you again… it’s forcing me to face everything I buried deep inside.”