She said:
"I abandoned everything I held dear, trusting Allah with my heart. If He decrees us to be together, no power on earth can defy His will. But if not, then I pray He grants me the strength to endure this storm."
He said:
"I despised the fire...
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JUNGKOOK POV
I plopped myself on my bed and released a shaky breath I had been holding. A tear escaped my eye, and I quickly turned around, staring blankly at the ceiling. More tears formed, and I placed my hand over my heart, feeling it beat and tremble badly. I started to sniffle, the quiet room amplifying the sound of my sorrow.
"Why does it hurt? W-why... Why is my heart trembling?" I whispered to the ceiling, my voice breaking. "Why does everyone have to l-love her when I just want to be the one person to love her? Why does everything seem so hard? W-why do I feel terrible now? I feel like I'm going to l-lose myself again."
I hugged my pillow tightly, sobbing and clenching it as if it were my lifeline. The pain in my chest felt unbearable, a mix of love, jealousy, and helplessness all crashing down on me at once. All I wanted was to be with Zara my princess, to make her see how much I cared, but it felt like the world was conspiring against me
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I woke up with a severe headache, clutching my head tightly while closing my eyes. I just sat on the bed, staring at the ground blankly. A sudden knock on my door made me flinch a little. I gulped before saying, "Come in."
Mom entered with a worried expression on her face. I looked away from her, trying to calm my heart.
"What's wrong, Kook? You didn't wake up today. Are you okay, hmm?" she asked, ruffling my hair gently. I hummed, closing my eyes at her simple act of comfort.
"You don't want to go to university today, huh?" she asked, her voice soft with concern.
I shook my head before forcing a smile. "No, Mom. I'll just get ready, hmm?" I said, trying to sound convincing.
She sighed, giving me one last worried look before leaving the room. As soon as the door closed, I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the previous night's emotions pressing down on me again. I needed to pull myself together, if not for me, then for Mom. She didn’t need to worry more than she already did..
Zara was sitting at the bus stop, waiting for the bus. The morning sun was rising slowly, casting a gentle glow on everything. Rose sat beside her, sulking, her shoulders slumped and her expression one of exaggerated misery.
"I told you, right? I don't wanna go today," Rose whined, gripping Zara's clothed arm tightly, her pout making her look like a petulant child.
Zara glanced at her, a mix of patience and amusement in her eyes. "Rose, exams are coming. If you don't go today, it will be hard for you to pass," she said, her voice calm and reassuring. She placed her rosary back into her bag, each bead slipping through her fingers with a quiet reminder of her faith and discipline.
Rose sighed dramatically, letting her head fall back against the bus stop bench. "You're totally being a mom to me now. I’ll just border pass it," she said proudly, her tone defiant.
