His Other Half

His Other Half

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I opened the door only to see dozens of police cars in front of the house and that terrifying black truck. I quickly closed the door and looked at the three of them. Rebecca turned and looked at her son and husband. "I had to call. If they traced her back to us they could kill us." Derrek said looking at his mother. "Ahsha if you come out now no one will be hurt. You have my word." I heard him speak with ease. I looked down at Nasir and I knew I couldn't go on the run with an infant. I couldn't let Rebecca or her family get hurt because of me. I sighed kissing Nasir forehead before opening the door. "Ahsha?" I glanced back at Rebecca. "We'll be okay," I said giving her a reassuring nod before stepping outside to face the man who against my better judgment still held my heart. He walked towards me stopping just a few feet in front of me. He stared into my eyes and I watched as they shifted between green and black before they rested on black.
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#239 6-10-25 Then I asked the question that burned me even then: "How did you know it was real love?" His answer cut through years to find me now, on my knees in fire: "When death terrifies you... not because it'll hurt, but because you might die before seeing her again. Before holding her. Before telling her she was enough. Before she knows you loved her more than your own breath. When your last thought isn't 'I'm dying,' but 'she won't know how much I loved her.' That's when you've crossed every line." My Ayat... you were the only prayer I whispered without words... the only wound I loved wearing. I'm sorry. For everything I did. Everything I didn't do. For not loving you better... not loving you louder..." My voice fell apart. "And if there's something after this... I'll find you. Even there. Always." But the fear clawed deeper: She'll never know the small things, the secrets I kept buried. --- I love you, Zayyan!! her voice once screamed. And I smiled, stupid and young. Never let me go... she'd whispered into my neck. And I'd sworn I wouldn't. "You'll stay?" she murmured. "I'll always stay," I promised. But I'm breaking that promise now... I saw myself pluck a white flower, tucking it behind her ear, knuckles brushing her cheek. "You look like you walked out of a fucking poem," I'd whispered. She laughed. "You sound like a 90s hero." "I'd be one," I'd said, voice softer, "just for you."

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