"I'm lost in the darkness residing in me... consuming my existence, bit by bit untill I'm left with nothing but ruins..."
Zainab Aqeel has lost her will to live. She's withering away like a flower does in fall...only she may never bloom again.
"The...
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Fire!
There was fire everywhere. Everything was burning.
Blood! There was blood and screaming.
Hurt and pain. The crackles of fire as it burned everything in it's wake.
Zainab stood in the middle of the burning ballroom. She could feel the touch of fire on her skin. Felt it sinking it's claws in her flesh, burning her raw, but she didn't move.
Couldn't move.
Her eyes were pinned straight at the figure standing so still at the far end of the room at the other corner. The figure had it's back toward her, but she knew who it was.
"Hammad?"
She whispered his name, not really knowing if he even heard her. But her breath hitched when the figure turned, now facing her and damn it was him.
Her Hammad. The love of her life. The man she could never stop loving.
"Zainab."
He whispered her name like he always did.
With softness and love and affection.
A sob wretched out of her chest and tears streamed down her eyes.
"Don't cry, Zainab."
His voice was ever so soft and reassuring but it only made her cry harder. Clutching her chest, she wheezed out
"I miss you, Hammad. I don't want to live without you."
He smiled and she cried harder. He was still as handsome as ever.
"You cannot follow me."
Looking up at him, she saw him closer than before.
"Why?" The question left her mouth in a broken whisper. He came closer, stopping just an inch away from her. She reached out to touch him, but his words stopped her movements
"You have to live, Zainab."
Staring at him, teary eyed, she stubbornly shook her head.
"Don't follow me."
With that, he started to walk away from her. Panicked, she shouted
