Zoya hears her mother call her name from downstairs, so she gets up and heads down.
As she gets to the top of the stairs, her mother pulls her back and whispers, "Don't go there, I heard it too."
Zoya Zinadine, an executive interior designer of Gate...
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*Zoya's POV*:
"Grab her Lia," I said, pulling Adiva's hands from the position in which she was standing.
"Have you lost your senses?" I asked while Lia locked the door to the balcony.
"Adiva, open your eyes," I said while Lia sprinkled water on her face. She opened her eyes slowly and began sobbing.
She cried so much that it made me cry, too.
"Is everything alright? I know there's something that's bothering you. You can tell me everything," I said, embracing my sister into a hug.
"W-water?" She asked, looking at me and then at Lia. I poured some water into the glass. She grabbed it and took a sip silently, without a single word.
I observed Adiva while she sipped her glass of water. She looked extremely weak and sick. I've never seen her this way, and thinking about what just happened a while ago made me tremble in fear.
Adiva switched the lights off, and the room was dark when we entered. We were looking for her everywhere, but then something caught our eyes. Adiva stood on a stool in the balcony like as if she was about to jump. I couldn't believe she did that!
Like seriously?
There is always a solution for every problem in life. No matter what your situation is, there are people who need you. Find someone you trust and reach out to them. This feeling is never permanent. You will feel better again. Give yourself some time. Remember, you're not alone.
"What's wrong Diva?" Lia asked, bringing me back from my thoughts.
"Adiva, what made you think that this is the right decision?" I asked, heaving a sigh.
"You know me well more than anyone, Lia and Zo. Do you think that I'd do this?" She said, biting the bottom of her lips and a big fat tear came rolling down her cheek.
"We know. Why are you crying, Diva?" I asked, patting her shoulders.
"I don't know what's happening around me. I can't remember what I do these days," Adiva said, sobbing.
"Stop crying, darling" I said, hugging her.
"I'm scared to live," she finally said, crying louder this time.
"Adiva, there's nothing to worry. Is anyone blackmailing you? Do you have problems at school? Is anyone bothering you?" I asked, wiping her tears.
