Ibrahim's P.O.V
As I told Zara who her family were, she squealed in excitement and asked me a load of questions. I knew she would be over the moon. Of course, I was happy for her, that she actually had a real family to go to. But there was one part of me that didn't want Zara to leave us... a big piece.
As Zara celebrated, I sat on her bed and fiddled with my fingers, and looked down at my shoes. I would definitely miss having a little sister in the house, even if she wasn't related to me. I would miss the way her big, hazel eyes would waver when she wanted something from me.
Zara caught my eye, and asked me if I was alright.
"Yeah... I'm fine," I trailed off.
"You don't look it. Ibrahim, what's wrong?" Zara repeated, she obviously wasn't going to let this go.
I didn't want to shatter all of Zara's dreams, so I just pretended that I had homework. As quickly as possible, I exited her bedroom and rushed into my bedroom.
Zara's P.O.V
While I was jumping up and down, I noticed that Ibrahim didn't seem too happy.
"Are you alright?" I asked Ibrahim.
"Yeah... I'm fine," he sniffed.
I asked him what was wrong, because he clearly wasn't fine. He just replied saying that he had to do his homework. And with that, he left my room and from what I could hear, he entered his.
Then I realised why he was so upset. He didn't want me to leave. We were so attached as 'brother' and 'sister', and now, it seemed like our childhood memories disappeared.
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