Behind Her Walls

Chapter 22

The beautiful breeze twisted my hair up in the fall air. I looked up at the bright blue sky and watched as the fluffy white clouds moved across it. The soft moist grass tickled my feet as I walked around the field, flowers were everywhere. Pink, red, purple, blue, white.

I heard a strange yet familiar voice call my name from the distance, I turned around to see a tall woman with light curly hair. Her eyes were bright and joyful, within seconds she was running across the field and pulling me to her chest. Her touch felt like home.

I felt myself relax as she held me in her arms, when she pulled away she cupped my cheeks and kissed my forehead. "My beautiful baby," she whispered with joy laced in her voice. I didn't understand what she was saying, who is this woman. Where am I? What happened?

I closed my eyes and tried to remember, remember anything that could answer my questions.

I drifted into a world of memory, memories of all the amazing and scary things I've been through. My whole life was like one big movie that flashed in my mind.

My name is Ameera Abdi. And I have lived. I have hurt. I have loved. I have lost. And, I have died.

Opening my eyes, I thought I was going to cry but I couldn't. There are no tears for me to cry, I couldn't frown or yell. The only thing I could do is smile, my mother, she's here. She's with me and she's beautiful.

My father is locked up, far away from us. He can't hurt us here, he can't yell, he can't talk about the company. But most importantly, he can't lie.

Little white lies.

"It's okay, we'll be okay," his words lingered, echoing in the winter air as I remembered our last night together. Then, across the beautiful field, I saw him. My heart beat a thousand times faster as I began to walk to him. He did the same but I couldn't handle the anticipation, I ran and ran and ran until I held him in my arms.

I couldn't cry so I laughed. I laughed and laughed and laughed, he pulled away from me and looked into my eyes. He laughed and laughed and laughed. Love was in the fall air, love that only we felt.

None of it made sense, I mean, how could we be here? How could this all be real?

"Yes, Ameera, this is real. It's really me," he laughed out as he cupped my cheek and pressed his forehead against mine. "I'm so happy you're here," I softly said as I placed soft kisses on his cheeks.

"Germany," he whispered softly before he kissed my lips. I didn't hold back, I kissed him with everything I had left in me. But soon enough I ran out of breath, surprisingly.

I pulled away and looked into his mysterious eyes, "Germany." I assured him. Buraak smiled so widely it seemed to make the sky brighter, I smiled too, he infected me like that.

Buraak looked around the field, I let my eyes travel around the small world we hold in the palm of our hands. My mother wasn't there anymore, but somehow it felt like she was still across the field watching over me.

In the distance, I saw a small white house. A house I somehow knew was for us, just us. This whole world is ours, we're finally able to love and be happy.

Maybe one day, hopefully in eighty years, I'll see my friends. Alina, Summer, Hamood, and everyone else. Maybe we'll see Buraak's parents. Maybe.

But for now, it's our world. Nothing else mattered.

"I love you," I whispered as I laced our hands together, the electricity shot through my arms. Buraak looked down at me his eyes bright, "I love you too."

THE END