𝐓𝐔'𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈 تقبرني,
❝ their love was a silent symphony,
beautiful and tragic,
played only for them,
and heard by none but the night. ❞
𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 ━━━━━
B. WAYNE x FEM!OC
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خطاياكتنزففيخطاياي،كالحبرفيالماء your sins bleed into mine, like ink in water
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FUCKING HELL.
Those were the words that hammered through Maryam's mind as she tore through the streets on her motorbike, the roar of the engine barely cutting through the chaos around her.
Three bombs.
Three bombs had exploded, the deafening blasts rippling through the city like a violent tremor.
People scattered in every direction.
Some running for cover, others frozen in place, eyes wide, unsure of what to do next.
In the distance, she could see flashes of orange light, too far off to touch, but close enough to feel the pressure in the air. There was no smoke here, just the faintest taste of burning in the breeze, a reminder that the storm was still on the horizon.
A few people still lingered outside the cafés, their drinks forgotten, conversations cut off mid-sentence. Their eyes were locked on the skyline — stunned, silent, like they couldn't quite decide if this was real or just some fever dream.
She weaved through the crowded streets on her scooter, dodging cars that were stuck in honking chaos. The bombs hadn't hit this part of the city yet, not exactly, but they weren't far.
The first ones had gone off near the edges, closer to the industrial zones.
Still, she didn't slow down.
No way. Maryam just couldn't.
She had to get back to her apartment.
There was no time to think, only to grab what she could before everything collapsed into dust and smoke.
Her parents' belongings. Their birth certificates, IDs ; anything that could prove they'd existed, that they were real people if their bodies were never found.
