Burn the truth (ENG)

| 6*|

"Zara, it looks great on you!" Samira nodded in satisfaction.

I turned around in front of the mirror and examined the white dress critically. "I'm not sure about this one, Samira."

Samira frowned confused. "Don't you think it suits you?"

It was a long white dress with a high split on my right leg. It had no sleeves or straps and the fabric felt uncomfortable. It was a beautiful dress. Just not for me.

"No, I don't feel comfortable in this," I muttered disgruntledly and wrapped my arms around my body.

She rolled her eyes. "It looks great on you, Zara." Samira fumbled in her bag and held out her phone when the ringer went off. "If you put the next dress on, I'll answer this fast."

"Okay." I walked back to the blue dressing room and closed the curtain again. My fingers plucked at the zipper when it didn't go down. "Samira?" I shouted from the dressing room. "The zipper won't go down, can you help me?"

If I didn't hear anything, I pushed the curtain aside and walked outside. "Samira?" At the sight of the empty seats, I frowned. Where had Samira gone?

Before I was aware of my surroundings, a hand was slapped over my mouth and I was pushed into another dressing room.

I pushed the hand off my lips and turned around. The color left my cheeks at the sight of the face.

Inhale and exhale.

"Hey, Zara." A grin formed his lips as he looked at me impatiently.

Inhale and exhale.

"S-stay away from me," I stuttered in fear, forming fists with my hands.

Inhale and exhale.

He raised his hands in the air. "Woah, calm down." His eyes rolled over my figure. "Long time no see."

I wrapped my arms around my body and looked away. "Thank God for that."

"I wanted to see if you were indeed still alive." Neor gave me a continuous smile. "Boss likes his things intact," he muttered under his breath.

Things.

That was all I ever was for him.

A fake smile appeared on my face. "Don't worry about me. I'm still alive."

"I see." He leaned his back against the wall and ran his eyes over my figure. "So you're getting married." He nodded with satisfaction. "I like the dress. It accentuates your hips."

And now I hate the dress even more.

I pressed my nails against my palm as I tried to control my heart rate.

Inhale and exhale.

"Break the engagement off." His voice was loud and menacing.

I looked at him in surprise, but soon my look turned to anger. "No."

His eyes looked at me for a minute before he shook his head. He took his phone out of his pocket and showed me the screen. "Do you remember this day?"

My eyes burned when I saw a video of me belly dancing on stage.

----
[Zara - August 2018]

"Zara."

My cheek felt cold and rough.

I laid aimlessly with my cheek on the floor, ignoring the pain in my stomach. I struggled to keep my eyes open as I stared at the dirty ground.