Chapter ninteen

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SOHAYB:

I walked towards the girl. I put my hand on her shoulder as she faced away from me.
She gasped out of fear and turned around.

She was shocked. She looked into my eyes. "Sohayb?" She said calmly. "But how?" She asked tearfully.

"Don't worry, I won't ever leave you alone again." I said. Yazmin smiled. My eyes teared up. Everything that happened was my fault. I wont ever put her in danger like that again.

I wanted to hug her but refrained. "Come on, let's go home." I said.

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I looked at the GPS, we still had seven hours to go. I looked back at Yazmin. She was asleep. I can't believe shes here, with me again. I was afraid I lost her forever. Alhumdulia.

She was so beautiful when she slept. I smiled before realizing Sarah was looking directly at me.

She smiled trying not to laugh.

I winked at her before laughing. "Sarah the khara is back." I said.
"You still remember?" She asked.
"How could I forget my best friend?" I responded.
She smiled. She still looked like her old self. "You were right." I said.

"About what?" She asked curiously. "You said you were gonna grow up to be the best looking in the family." I said. It was true.

When we were younger I always teased her for being ugly. She never was ugly even as a chubby teen she had always been pretty. But now she was absolutely stunning.

"Now I remember." She said laughing. "I never thought Id see you with facial hair." She said.

"Just admit you're both tens and move on." Yahya said rolling his eyes.

"Jealous much?" Sarah said. He smiled.

Sarah was my aunt. She was only a year older than me. When we were younger we were inseparable. We did everything together. She was my best friend. My only friend.

One day I came home to my mother sobbing. She said Sarah had died in a car accident. My life fell apart. I was never the same. She was like a sister to me. Losing her was the hardest thing I had been through. I never imagined we would unite again someday.

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