Burn the truth (ENG)

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March 2020

[Zara]

I cried out loud.  I cried under the covers.  I cried because I had lost the best thing I ever had.

Imran.

"Zara?"

I felt the blanket lift gently.  Fingers grabbed my arm and turned my figure its way.

"Open your eyes, Zara."

I shook my head sobbing.

"Why not, Zara?"  I heard him ask confused.

"Because then I won't see him anymore," I sobbed.

Imran.

A sigh left his mouth as he wiped my tears.  "You're only getting worse. This can't go on any longer."

I felt the blanket rip off my body and I stiffened.  "Let's start with this. It's seventeens degrees outside and you've got a blanket around you."

I slowly opened my teary eyes and looked up into Vico's golden eyes.  My eyes rolled to a concerned Esma behind him.

"You can spend the rest of your life in bed, crying."  His eyes pierced mine.  "Or you can start a new beginning without him."

He glanced at my bloated stomach.  "The baby in your tummy needs you, Zara, and the baby in the living room downstairs needs you."

Vico exchanged a look with Esma and looked back at me.  "Esma can't take responsibility for you. That's selfish of you. She already has a lot on her plate."

His eyes softened at the sight of my trembling lower lip.  "Zara, your life is not over. Get up and start again."  With those words he got up and walked out of the room with Esma.

I crawled out of bed after a while, got dressed and went out with Vico.

I laughed and talked.

I forgot and eventually I stopped crying because I started to forget those feelings.

The heartbreak, the pain, the loneliness...

And I went on.

I cried because the best thing I ever had was lost but at least I had it.

~

[Imran]

I was at the supermarket when I saw her standing in the dairy department.

It seemed like I hadn't seen her in years.

She looked better than before.

Fresher.  Happier.  Healthier.

I took a step towards her because of the urge to go to her, when suddenly I saw a pushcart in her hands.  With a child.

When I saw the color cap on the child's head, I assumed it was a girl.

The child stared at her with sleepy eyes as Zara looked at several jars of baby food.  With a loving look, she squatted in front of the pushcart with two pots in her hands and the child immediately looked more active.

The girl looked small.  Not under one year old, I guessed.

Where does that child come from?  And whose is she?

I felt a headache coming on again.

I need to get out of here as soon as possible...

I left the shopping basket on the floor and fled the shop like a spear, without looking back.

Despite giving up, my heart still sought her out, without my permission.

I fished my phone out of my pocket and called Liam.  "Have you gathered any information yet?"  I asked as soon as it was answered.

"It is a girl."

"So it's true?"  I asked impatiently.

"There is a possibility that the child is still alive."