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mustafa wasn't heartless. instead he was confused. he didn't know how to comfort me as i soaked his black jacket with painful tears.
we sat in his car outside the girl's dormitory. i had used up half of a tissue box which i felt bad for.
i didn't really know why i was mourning. nothing new really happened. but i remember just sitting there nonstop as mustafa stared me, waiting to ask me why i had a bump that resembled... well, pregnancy. that felt weird to write. anyway, i couldn't make up my mind.
should i tell him?
would he keep this a secret?
or would he go snitch on me so father could send me back to Pakistan and lock me up in a room?
was my baby even okay?
was i okay?
would anything go back to normal?
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love, starlightyoong
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Historia Corta•Completed• "i'm sorry. it's not pity that i'm showing you, it's a goodbye to someone very special to me." Amna's life has been turned upside down and she is writing it all out as she buries the anguish burning inside her.
