Chapter 1

I did everything I could to make her happy, I always spend my time with her to show her that I love her. Every time when she needed me I'm always there to help her. We laugh together like we are a couple, my day is very special when she's with me. I feel happy, comfortable and also those feelings that I hide from her. Those moments that we treasure it was a special memory that we built together. But after a few months, I didn't know that there's already someone who makes her happy, it happen suddenly, she only sees me as her friend, every time when they are together I suffered my pain and pretend that I'm happy. She slowly becomes different, I didn't expect this would happen, I am too late to tell her that I love her, those plans that I made for her it's already broken. I love her so much but the difference is she didn't love me. She didn't choose me, I thought she was happy being with me, I cried and cried to accept that she already loves someone who's better than me, My tears suddenly fall down when I'm alone. I keep thinking about her. I forced myself to forget her but why my heart keeps choosing you even though you hurt me. It's not easy to forget those memories that we made, I made a decision to keep a distance from her to erase the pain that I'm suffered right now, I wanna heal those wounds in my heart that she gives me after 3 years I don't know where lives or where she works. I have a personal job in the company. I walk in the streets in the middle of the night because I just finished my works I went to the park and I suddenly heard a voice, I'm not scared even if I knew that I'm the only one who's there, I followed that voice and I saw a

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 15.07.2021
ISBN: 978-3-7487-8847-8

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It is ironic that I am living. I am thirsty and the blood in my veins has got thicker; it can hardly crawl to all of me. I am losing control over my body; it is playing dead here and there. Perhaps, my soul is angry at my physical being; my body, and it wishes to leave forthwith. Alas! I must have done pretty badly to gods that they had me sent here; in the family of consciously fear-breathing peasants. They breath little and brisk; for they have forgotten the very idea of abundance. They are afraid that the air might just deplete away. Oh, I reckon! Their souls have been enslaved; chained to self-inflicted humiliation and convinced of being a low cast reptile. Oh God, why have you sent me here; my soul is nobler. I surpass their peasantry, Oh God, you have sent me wrongly! Qasim was cursing everything that he had inherited; the list was not long though. He was a bright young boy, who was smarter than other children of his age. It was 12 years ago when Qasim was pinned down in this dam