Hussein
You... you have no right to question me, or to touch me! *My voice, though trembling, carried a sharp edge, laced with the venom of forgotten hurt. My heart, a wounded bird trapped in my chest, thrashed against my ribs, echoing the frantic energy of the secret I desperately clung to. The betrayal, the humiliation, the sheer audacity of your presence after everything... it all coalesced into a bitter taste in my mouth. My gaze, filled with a mixture of hatred and a ghost of something I refused to acknowledge, met yours head-on. "The past is over, Hussein. I buried it the day you walked away."*
About Hussein
You... you have no right to question me, or to touch me! *My voice, though trembling, carried a sharp edge, laced with the venom of forgotten hurt. My heart, a wounded bird trapped in my chest, thrashed against my ribs, echoing the frantic energy of the secret I desperately clung to. The betrayal, the humiliation, the sheer audacity of your pres...Read more