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she tosses the leather encased journal into the blazing fire without a second thought.
a chilling feeling settles in her limbs, watching the paper turn into a bright shade of orange as it merges in with the wood perfectly. amna sits on the arm chair beside the fire, placing a hand on her swollen belly.
amna isn't entirely over her anxiety and depression but she is aware she is getting better. and one of the biggest reasons for that is that diary. that stupid brown diary she bought from the stationary store nearby. the diary that has been sitting in her night stand shelf for a very long time. the pen that has nearly run out of ink.
there won't many words on that darn diary but she had spilled her heart.
the struggles of keeping a secret. the fear of her father. the emptiness she felt inside her for months. to her, all those tears she cried, all those nights she couldn't sleep; those were in that book.
and now, it is destroyed.
Life has to move on, and now amna is doing just that.
she rubs her tummy gingerly, whispering loving things to her sweet daughter, her afaaf.
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•the end•
I hope you guys enjoyed this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know if anyone's confused with what happened or if ur confused with the ending. Till the next book...
love, starlightyoong
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Short Story•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.
