•{ the four kids }•
"Hey, Saalim."
"What?"
Saalim asked as he looked up at Sana, breaking his focus from the book that he had been reading.
"Wanna get your mind off things?"
She asked nonchalantly, with a smile.
"Uh, no. I'm fine."
He shook his head, with a gentle smile.
"Oh. I'm not though."
"What? Why?"
He asked, the smile he had before immediatly vanishing and a look of worry taking over his face.
"Just, I'm tired."
She answered, sighing. A smile came on his face when he got the hint that she was trying to persuade him, and chuckling, he nodded at her.
"Then-"
"Let's go out?"
She asked, a small hopeful smile on her lips, making his smile increase.
"You could have just directly asked me, you know that right?"
"I do."
Sana nodded.
"But I did not want to force you..."
She chuckled sheepishly as she said.
"You're so wierd at times."
He said as he shook his head.
"I know. It's good to have wierd people around you. Helps you look at things differently."
She reminded, flipping her hijab. Still smiling at her, he nodded after a sigh.
"Okay, let's go."
"Yay!"
She exclaimed as she caught his hand and ran downstairs, pulling him behind her as he lightly laughed. She had already took her things since she knew he wasn't going to decline her offer of going out.
"W-wait! Let me get my-"
"It's okay! I've got my things!"
And the two foster siblings left the house, not expected to face what they did.
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Sana sighed. She shouldn't have asked him in the first place. She should have known. That it could get dangerous. Even if he had gotten a lot better at controlling his senses, and driving his mind elsewhere from what he was exposed to, they still couldn't be too sure.
They still had to be careful everytime they stepped out of the house. Only because of him.
"Why did I even think of doing this..."
She said to herself as she closed her eyes, resting her head on the wall while Saalim's head lay on her shoulder. She had just took in a long breath, when he gained consciousness.
"Ugh...my...head..."
He asked as he placed his numb hand on his forehead, brushing it with his finger. His head ached from the hangover.
"Nothing. You're fine now, right?"
Sana asked as she placed her hand on his forehead.
"Yeah, I guess..."
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Action"Miss Asmah..." His voice sounded the softest when he called her name, his heart beat the loudest when he witnessed her smile. As his hazel brown, sunlight orbs, stay fixed on hers, he realized how beautiful she seemed to him. How much had her smi...
