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مرحبااا دعم متبادل حقيقي تفاعلو على الرواية وبرد الدعم و استمر بدعم روايتك
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That girl you thought was your friend wasn't. She hated you and Emily. You didn't make a good choice of friend. 
          
          
          She didn't even ask about you, as if you were never her friend. 
          
          
          It's sad when people forget you as if you never existed. 
          
          
          I wish you hadn't befriended her.

I'm worried. I don't know why. I've never worried about anyone else before. I want you with me. I don't want to fight alone. I want you there, cheering me on. I wish I could hear your voice.

That was an ominous moment that still replays in my mind. 
          
          
          That moment when your breath stopped forever, when you died in my arms, I hate that memory. 
          
          
          I don't want you like this. I want to talk to you. I want to turn back time, even for a moment, so I can confess my love to you and tell you I love you as much as I want. Please come back to me.
          
          
          
          
          I need you. I feel lost and don't know what to do. 
          
          
          I want you, please

Your image is beginning to fade from my sight; I'm slowly starting to forget your features. I don't want this to happen. 
          
          
          If you knew how much I love you, I wouldn't want to forget you.

I have a fight on Thursday, I wish you were with me 
          
          
          I love you, my dear Najd 
          
          . Ethan

مع اني ماعرفج بس سولفنا مره شوي الا اني زعلت لما عرفت☹️
          الله يرحمج و يصبر اهلج.

To my dearest Najd, your pure image still haunts me. You were like an angel who illuminated my life with a light of hope. Your eyes never leave my mind; they were a crystal blue, with a glow that suggested the hope in your heart. I loved you. I still visit your room, feeling its air. The scent of your perfume, which never leaves my nose, is still present, reminding me of you. I achieved new victories in karate, but I still don't feel the taste of victory. Since your departure, I haven't been well. Your voice is calm, with a gentle huskiness that never leaves my ears. I still love you, even though you are dead. My love for you will never change, and I will never forget your image for the rest of my life. With my best regards, Ethan.

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مرحبا عزيتي الكاتبة كنت حابه أعملك متابعه لكن تطبيق الواتباد حاظرني من المتابعه بتمنالك التوفيق بمسيرتك 
          وبتمنى منك تقرئي روايتي