Khadijah ✔️

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Ever felt like everything is just slipping away? Like you have no control of what is going on your life. It's like playing tug of war and in the heat of the game, you felt yourself letting go of the rope and the other side is winning. You can't eve give yourself a valid reason behind this. You are just standing there, watching while everything that you have ever known just float away.

It is the feeling of suffocation. It is like drowning, hanging on for dear life. It is like you're holding on to the last bit of what used to be your normal. Now everything is different, everything feels foreign. New. Things are changing, things are not the way they are. But sometimes even when we know that change is taking place, we choose to not accept that it's happening; fearing of what is yet to come.

This was what Luke felt when they were supposed to be heading to the gates because the plane was due to fly. He dragged his luggage with him as he sighed deeply. Louisa sped up and wrapped her arm around her older brother's torso.

"It's going to be fine, okay?" She assured him. He turned to her, his eyes filled with sadness.

"How could you be so sure, Lou?"

She let go of her suitcases handle and set her hand on her shoulder. "Because, if something is bound to happen, it will. Have some faith, okay?"

He nodded, smiling weakly, "Okay." They proceeded by following their father into the gate and the boarding area. As soon as they got on the plane, Luke found himself losing himself to sleep. As he drifted into sleep, Khadijah's smile flashed in front of his eyes. The way her eyes twinkle when she would be excited for something. He remembers how eager she was to show Louisa her new painting.

She was a true artist, he thought.

He had a weird dream on the plane. It was so true that he felt it, it seemed real. He woke up to his father shaking him, telling him that the plane had landed. It had been a long while since he has been to England. As the taxi drove them to his grandparents' house, memories of when he was a kid started to appear. He smiled to himself at the pleasant feeling of comfort.

"Is there a girl?" Was the first thing his grandmother asked him as soon as he walked into the house.

Luke chuckled, turning to his grandfather hoping that he would help him. He was wrong. "What your grandmother means is, is there a girl that makes you feel all weird inside?"

His insides twisted as he immediately thought of Khadijah. To his dismay, regardless of how he wanted to tell them how she really makes him feel, he felt like there was no need. He liked a girl, she was not right for him, end of story.

He shook his head, turning to his grandmother, "No grandma, there is no one," he lied. And he really wished he didn't have to.