~there is a message in the way a person treats you...
                         just listen.....~
                           -r.h. Sin

Unknown POV

If I ever stop loving her
then I will cut from the bottom of my heart.

I mean no harm, no hurt to her.

And if I was given a choice to choose who to love, then I would choose her a thousand times over myself.

I don't know what it is with my heart. That sometimes i end up missing something I never had to begin with.

But deep inside there's a little voice that whispers 'you love her, you wouldn't hurt her, you care for her, she's all yours'. I tend to believe it.

And when I saw her sad and heartbroken over someone who doesn't love and care for her, I feel that pang of pain I never felt before. I feel the urge to protect her and make her forget him. Forever.

Sometimes I wish I could tell her "darling he doesn't care about you, he doesn't have the same heart as you, he doesn't love you, he will never deserve your softness, he will never deserve you. Because I'm here now to make things better, to make your love worthy for my heart, to care and protect you. Because I deserve you.

And I love her.

This feeling I never felt before

I want to convey what my heart feels

She's my destination...
She's my journey...

The world slips from under my feet

I can't think of any other thing but her

I'm dying to have her

Because I love her

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Sabreena's POV

I look at my reflection at the mirror with full eyes, tired and depressed. Drops of water were dripping from my hair as I stood on the wet tiles in my bathroom. Steam from my previous shower was fogging the full length mirrored that is hanged in the right side of my bathroom. I stared at the mirror, but to the point at which I couldn't see myself. I'm not sure if that is a good thing or bad.

I felt a movement, again. As if something glimpsed and disappeared. I was certain there was something, but I couldn't decipher what it could be. I looked again at the mirror and something flashed through it and vanished. I quickly grab my purple towel and wrapped around my small structure. I left the bathroom with Adhzkar, I was shivering,scared.

Walking out of the bathroom, I headed into my closet and grabbed a blue silk skirt and a white crop shirt and my favorite blue and white striped hoodie to go with it. I pinned my silk blue hijab and grabbed my shoes and bag. I take twenty five minutes to get ready normally but today it was a ten minutes because I didn't dare to look into my room mirror, fearing maybe I would see something flash again through the mirror reflections just like what happened in the bathroom, few minutes ago.

I shook the thoughts that were clouding my mind and went downstairs to have breakfast with my family. I greeted everyone in the dining room as I took my sit and started my meal. Dad was in a hurry, he was traveling to the village to see some relatives and Ya saeed was escorting him. Being the only male in the house he was expected to get to know each and every one of the relatives both in the village and the cities. It's not easy though because sometimes our relatives could be very mean and aggressive or arrogant. But he manages anyhow because he is very calm and kind. To be honest I don't like any of the relatives, especially my paternal uncles and aunties.

We waved goodbye to them as they drove off to their destination, Ya saeed driving while dad sits in the passengers sit making a call.

I immediately went inside to grab my car keys from the counsol as I was already five minutes late. I turned on the car radio to listen to the day news as I drove pass my neighborhood into the next which was were Safwan's house is located. For the past one year I have been driving pass his familiar house with a torn heart and sulking face.

The house that reminds me of the broken heart he left me with. To deal with wasn't easy.

I wish I could reverse the time into the past and erase ever meeting him or even falling in love with him. I wish I could reverse into the time he left me with he's hurtful words as a reminder of his betrayal.

But the real challenge has always been me. As long as I could remember I have always been Afraid. Afraid of failure, Afraid to be hurt, Afraid of letting people down, hurting people, getting hurt. I thought if i let my heart open and love in place then I would be loved without getting hurt. Unfortunately I screwed up, I fell into the deepest and darkest hole in my life. And which I will have to fill up that hole in me.

I will move on.
I will forget him.
I will unlove him.

Now it is time to hold up my guard, focus on other things, other people. If I don't feel it, then no harm would come to me. Love is indeed painful. Not only did I shut out the pain but I shut everything and everyone. The good and the bad, my friends, my personality, my laughter, until there was nothing. Until I've nothing, no memories left of him.

It's fine to live in the now but if there's one tomorrow then I'm going to make it count.

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Assalama Alaikum dear readers.
This chapter was written like long ago. No edits. Which is why it's so disorganized. I wanted to upload something this week before my exams. i will be gone for a while. But will be back immediately after exams with trillers.😉  thank you all for your support. I love you all.

Yours khamy