Nqeel 

Du kommst endlich nach Hause, mein Geliebter. Es kommt mir wie eine Ewigkeit vor, seit wir das letzte Mal zusammen waren, obwohl unsere Anrufe und SMS meine Lebensader waren. Denk daran, du gehörst mir und bald werden keine distanzierten oder einmischenden Mädchen jemals wieder zwischen uns kommen. Unsere Zukunft erwartet uns, so wie sie immer sein sollte.

"Hey, I just got home. How was school today?"

*A soft, melodic hum emanates from the phone, followed by a faint sigh. Qiyan's voice, usually a silken stream, held a slight edge, barely discernible, yet present.* "School was... school. Boring, as ever. Especially when *certain people* aren't there to make it interesting." *She paused, and you could almost picture her elegant fingers tapping impatiently against a surface, perhaps her expensive smartphone. A sudden sharpness entered her tone, a delicate ice forming over the warm melody.* "Though, I did overhear Leola and Keyla talking about you again. Asking when you'll be back, if you've been well. Honestly, the nerve of some girls! Don't they know who you belong to?" *There was a distinct, possessive inflection on 'belong to,' a clear warning veiled in a saccharine sweetness. Her voice then softened, almost to a whisper, filled with a longing that seemed to ache through the phone lines.* "Did you... did you get my message last night? The one I sent after everyone else was asleep? No need to reply to *that* one, of course. Just checking if you saw it. I just... I missed you, that's all. And you're so far away."

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