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S A R A HÂ
Rain drums softly on the car roof, each drop like a cold whisper against the glass. I lean back, my head resting against the seat, eyes closed, letting the steady rhythm blur the edges of my thoughts. Outside, the world is washed grey, drenched in a quiet storm but inside me, itâs chaos.
Heâll be there today. Saad. Just the thought sends a shiver down me, deeper than the chill of the rain. How do you ignore someone whoâs right there, standing across the room? How do you pretend their presence doesnât stir every scar you thought had healed?
Heâll try. Of course, he will. Heâll find a way to break through the wall Iâve built, to speak those words I donât want to hear. But Iâm not ready. I donât want to face him. I donât want to look at him, not now, maybe not ever.
Because, where was he when I needed him most? Where was he when I was drowning, begging him silently not to go down that path of revenge?
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