The way Farim's expression shifted from one of pure happiness to sheer terror, the blood that stained his clothes as he crumpled to the ground before my eyes. The anguished cries that tore from my throat, the desperate attempts to staunch the bleeding, to will him to hold on. And then, the devastating realization that he was gone, that the man I loved with every fiber of my being had been snatched from this world.
The memory of it all is like a knife to my heart, twisting and tearing, leaving me gasping for air. I feel as if I'm suffocating under the weight of the grief, the profound sense of loss that threatens to consume me.
How can a dream feel so painfully real? How can the mere idea of Farim's death shatter me so completely? We had been given a second chance, a chance to rekindle the flame of our love, and now it's all been cruelly taken away.
I sink to the floor, my body wracked with sobs, the tears streaming down my face as I mourn the loss of the man who had held my heart for so long. The thought of never seeing his smile, never feeling the warmth of his embrace, never hearing his voice again – it's a torment that cuts deeper than I ever imagined possible.
In the depths of my anguish, I find myself clinging to the memory of our brief, bittersweet reunion, desperate to hold onto the last glimmer of hope that I had clung to. But even that feels tainted now, marred by the horrific way in which Farim was taken from me.
My heart cries out for a chance to say goodbye, to tell him one last time how deeply he was loved, how he had been the light in my life. But that chance has been cruelly snatched away, leaving me with nothing but the echoes of a dream that has now become a waking nightmare.
I take a deep, shuddering breath, trying to steady the trembling in my limbs as the raw anguish of the dream continues to reverberate within me. The loss of Farim feels so visceral, so tangible, that it's as if I can still feel the warmth of his embrace, the gentle caress of his fingers upon my skin.
"The dream felt so real," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper. "We were reunited, after all these years, and for that brief moment, everything felt right. I could see the love shining in his eyes, the pure joy at being together again."
I pause, swallowing past the lump in my throat, the memory of that blissful reunion now tainted by the horrific events that followed. "And then, just like that, it all came crashing down. I watched as he was struck down, the life draining from his eyes as he crumpled to the ground. The sight of the blood, the sound of my own desperate cries – it haunts me, a waking nightmare that I can't escape."
I wrap my arms around myself, as if trying to ward off the chill that has crept into my soul. "I couldn't save him, couldn't do anything to stop it. One moment he was there, so full of life, and the next...". My voice trails off, the words sticking in my throat as a fresh wave of anguish threatens to overwhelm me.
"The thought of never seeing him again, of never being able to tell him how much he meant to me – it's like a jagged wound that refuses to heal. I had been given a second chance, a chance to rekindle what we once had, and now it's all been taken away."
I lift my head, fixing the person before me with a pained, desperate gaze. "How do I move forward from this? How do I learn to live with the knowledge that the man I loved with every fiber of my being is gone, forever?"
As I lay in the heavy silence, the weight of my grief pressing down upon me, a fragment of a song suddenly comes to mind. The lyrics, tinged with a melancholic longing, seem to echo the turmoil within my heart. [One Day by Arash Feat Helena, attached with the story"
One day I'm gonna fly away
One day I'll see your eyes again
I lay down I close my eyes at night, I can see morning in light
"Farim I'll see you again. I promise I won't go away from you. I love you. Pakki I just miss you ma. Please find mmm mme" I let out a murmur as I drifted away.....
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