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TW : panic attacks
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Graveyard, evening
"SAYANG," HE CALLED, his hand on my shoulder. "Bunga, jom la sayang. Kita dari Asar kat sini. Ni nak Maghrib kat sini. Awak, makan tak jaga, tidur pun tak jaga. Kalau Naim tahu pasal ni mesti dia sedih kan?"
What he said after was inaudible to me, my physique was present but my mind was elsewhere.
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I felt a figure behind me, slowly engulfing me into a warm hug. It felt safe, genuine, warm. I turned around to see Naim behind me. We were still in the graveyard but I glanced over at the tombstone.
Nor Mawar binti Firdaus Ismet.
My brows furrowed together. If that was my grave, then why am I still here?
All those thoughts didn't really matter at the moment. What was important was the fact that Naim was here with me.
"Naim."
"Ye, kak?" He hummed, tilting his head slightly which caused his songkok to be crooked.
"Akak minta maaf."
"Jangan risau, Naim dah lama maafkan kakak."
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