She didn't ask for money or wealth or even a well known position!
She asked for a family who cares for her, appreciates her hard work and loves her.
He didn't ask for anything except revenge from his past and he didn't find anyone to act the role...
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||Chapter Twenty-Five || A Spark of love & a hint of emotion
Nour headed down a road she could not come back from. The chapter behind her was never meant to have an end. It never intended to give her a chance to grow. She felt like a lost soul having no guide or direction. It was only a matter of time before she discovered a direct path to self-destruction. Everyone experienced tragedy, but some overcame it while some let it consume them. Nour couldn't bear it anymore. Everyone crossed her limits, that's why she made a stop but unfortunately by sacrificing herself. She wanted to cease the battle. She wanted to find an opportunity. Later on, she didn't wait for the opportunity to be given. She knew that opportunities were not inevitably given but rather created. Ending her life sooner or later was her determination. She indeed chose that, but her destiny had more plans for her and had more chapters in her life to go on with.
No one came to visit Nour after her father left. They didn't bother going to check on their daughter, the one that committed suicide and almost died. Her existence didn't make much effort to be noticed. The idea about how she preferred being a ghost right now was clouding her mind. She wanted to see their reactions and expressions. She wanted to answer the same old questions that never ended. Going backward and forwards in the same line was making herself dizzy. Not intentionally she made it, she found herself sitting on the couch in frustration while huffing loudly. A tear left her eyes announcing its desperation. In a swift motion, she wiped it out when she found a noise near her window. It was more like scratching on the window frame. She tilted her head up directing it towards the window and stepped closer when she found a struggling man who wanted to break into her room. It was less than a minute to realize it was no one but Hamza!
"Hamza?! What the hell are you doing here? If my mum sees you, I will be dead. " Hamza ignored her for a while and stuck to his window. He was struggling with entering. His arms firmly clasping the frame but most of his entire body was still out there, his head was the only thing that was noticed. He lifted his leg on the frame but it didn't fit in. He twisted his eyes toward Nour that was in shock and answered her previous question. "I called you more..... "
" Shhh, keep it down. Are you crazy? " She quickly woke up from her thoughts and quickly strolled closer glaring at him and motioning with her fingers to shut up, although his voice was not that loud. Hamza muttered while it was more like hissing to him"Sorry". He tried pulling all his body inside but he lacked the strength. He was giving up already and in frustration confessed " Lend me a hand already!"
" This is wrong. This is wrong. If I passed this day it will be a miracle for sure." Nour pulled his body inside by holding his hand firmly and not keeping her mouth shut. She thwarted her eyes here and there making sure her door was still shut and neither her father nor mother could enter the room at any moment.
After Hamza made it inside he was panting heavily and bent over resting on his knees and then noticed the stitches around Nour's wrist and his voice became louder a bit " Nour? What happened to your hand? and why is THIS here?
