Burn the truth (ENG)

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My eyes rolled over the people on the beach with cups of drink in their hands, dancing quietly.

A small bar was in the middle of the huge beach selling snacks and drinks.

Feeling the cold gust of wind, I threw my gray cloak over my body.

I looked at Imran confused. "Why are we here, Imran?"

In response, he tightened his grip over my hand.

I let out a sigh and stared at the blue sky. A nice feeling invaded me as I felt the sand through my toes.

With my white heels in one hand and the other in Imran's, we walked the beach.

My eyes fell on our intertwined fingers and I smiled.

When I looked up again, I saw that we were in a remote place. The sound of waves gave a soothing feeling as the wind flew through my loose hair.

I glanced at my ankle-length blue dress and mentally slapped myself for the choice. I should have put on pants with a sweater.

Imran tugged at my hand as my speed slowed and led me out to sea.

I put my hand to my mouth when I saw the image. "Imran." I walked slowly to the pitched tent and admired the hard work. "This was not necessary."

He gave me a dazzling smile and sat down on the blanket. "Of course it is." His hand patted softly on the spot next to him. ''Have a seat.''

I plopped down on the soft blanket and sat cross-legged.

Imran took out a basket and fumbled in it. ''We have paninis, toasted sandwiches, chips, cupcakes-''

"Paninis are enough." I gave him a smile.

He took out two paninis and I took one gratefully.

"Drink?" he asked as he looked into the basket.

I picked at the aluminum over the warm panini. "Water, please." Not much later a bottle of water was placed in front of me.

A satisfied hmm left my mouth, upon tasting the chicken panini. It tasted delicious.

At the sight of a frown on his face, I lowered my hands with the panini. ''What is it?''

Imran held his lips together and stared straight ahead. "I've been thinking about the past few days."

I chewed nervously on a piece of chicken.

"I understand I was wrong, Zara. I shouldn't have left you alone. I shouldn't have been drinking." His eyes looked at me for a few seconds. "I should have been home, with you, packing for our trip."

Not knowing how to react to that, I kept quiet.

"My mother doesn't want to see me anymore, Zara." His eyes held a somber look. "I decided to go see my mom after work that day. As expected, she didn't show up at the wedding. I wanted to see if she was okay."

It was quiet for a moment.

"We had a big discussion." About you. The words hung in the air and I became uneasy.

A frown formed between his eyebrows. "She was dramatic and her arguments sounded so illogical to my ears. I couldn't hear her anymore and I ran out of the house furious."

A sigh left my mouth. "Oh, Imran." My hand held his reassuringly.

He intertwined our fingers and stared at the little waves ahead. "And then Manar called me drunk. I was already depressed and Manar urged me to drink. One glass led to several and before I knew it I was drunk."