Yugh left the house in search of freedom, or at least the illusion of it. 🚶
He walked without direction, hoping the open streets would quiet his mind. But everywhere he went, Zahra followed him. In every passing face, in every familiar corner, he saw fragments of her smile, heard echoes of her laughter. Their memories clung to him like shadows he could not outrun.
Hours passed without meaning. ⏳
By evening, his steps had become reckless, his thoughts tangled and wild. Like a man who had lost himself, Yugh wandered aimlessly until night swallowed the city. He bought drinks, one after another, trying to drown the images that refused to fade.
Eventually, exhausted and numb, he collapsed onto a roadside bench. With the bottle slipping from his hand, he drifted into a broken sleep beneath the cold night sky.🌜
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Elsewhere, Anisa was trapped in her own torment.
From morning until dusk, the events of the day replayed endlessly in her mind, the accusations, the cruelty, the way she was stripped of her right to grieve. Every memory pressed down on her chest, stealing her breath. 🌬
As evening fell, she made her way to the church.
The sanctuary was quiet, filled with soft light and silence. Anisa walked to the altar and fell to her knees before Jesus. Lighting candles with trembling hands, she poured out her sorrow, her confusion, her unanswered prayers. Tears slid down her face as she whispered her pain into the stillness. 🕯
There were no answers, only peace that came from surrender.
When the night grew deeper, Anisa lay down on a wooden pew. Wrapped in silence and faith, she closed her eyes and let the church become her refuge until dawn. ✝
Two hearts, broken beyond repair.
Two paths, separate yet bound by the same loss.
And one long night where sleep came not as comfort, but as escape. 🔄