Many are my questions about how two people who do not know each other fall in love! I mean, falling in love isn't easy at all. I hardly fell in love with my dad. I'm falling in love with someone I didn't spend a whole life with. And here I am standing folded hands in front of his grave, feeling the emptiness surrounding me. I needed him and he simply left like a passerby who didn't bid me farewell! My eyes roamed the place, many mourners and faces feigned with sadness and my mother’s family, who I do not know how she appeared. Suddenly after my father’s death I wandered lost glances at that grave that was covered with dust and made a place for itself to settle over my father’s naked, frozen body I did not live with him long enough to admit that he is my father for the past period I used to live in a monastery for orphaned girls until he suddenly came two years ago to show himself in front of me as if he was bragging about being a disobedient father to his daughter who has not yet reached the age of 18 and he is leaving behind an old doll shop I lowered my extended looks at my tattered shoesTime to look at that face that was covered by fine lines, explaining my ungrateful aunt, drawing his face with perfect accuracy, almost 50 years old... He sighed to take my desperate looks away from him and said as he stood next to me and looked at my father's grave with sadness I almost swear it was fake I lowered my rebellious gaze to my torn limbs: Oh, Miss Tulip Fernando, a deep voice came through my shattered thoughts of how I live now? : My deepest condolences Your father was dear as he is the husband of my friend Rosa I am not obligated to feign false feelings, there is no doubt that they are faked, sir. Insult my father's grave Pteratk and shut up! And here I am with my old habit of a vulgar tongue and a bad character, his looks were surprised at me, shocked, to smile comfortably and say: You must be you love him so much I held my hand to continue: Well, you seem to have purified the heart, so I won't do anything in front of you. I hate your father for taking the person I loved from me, but you don't look like someone who should be hated, so don't worry, I won't hate you. I laughed sarcastically to say: As if I need your love, sir, we will never meet again. He laughed lightly to say: This is the result of the marriage of a rich woman to a poor doll seller, a smart and pure girl. He looked at me with a mysterious smile to say: We will meet Miss Fernando sooner or later! I looked at him and he gave me those words on his back What does it mean by it!? we will meet?? I always thought that my relationship with people frustrates me more and more. It goes from bad to worse. My daring and not funny at all. I took the trouble to bear myself for the rest of my life. That's what I swore to this day. But I know that the darkness will continue to take my last breath from me until I die alone, as a helpless person who has no means to survive. "we will meet?"

To stretch and wake up the heroine of our story called "Layla" from her heavy sleep due to the alarm ringing in her bed like a lazy cat. Dreams with her novels, sometimes she cries with every sad situation in the novel and at other times she giggles from laughter. Someone who sees her thinks her crazy has lost her mind, and the last novel she was reading was entitled (The Obsessed Possessor) she was very integrated with her events and what attracted her mainly to this novel is about the similarity of the name of the heroine with her name Layla, who was talking to a girl called Laila (the heroine of the story), was in love with a person named David, but he did not reciprocate her much interest to fall in love with her. He kept her in a closed room, but with her stubbornness he lost his patience and began to treat her violently and beat her whenever she uttered the name "David" or expressed his hatred and that she would run away and how much she tried to escape so that he tied her to the bed with chains and deprived her even of sunlight because ofAnd depriving her even of sunlight because of his jealousy, possession and madness with her, but she insisted on his hatred and love for David, who did not care much. At her command, Laila was reading every word of this novel, confused by the writer's thoughts. She walked with her eyes towards the book, not caring where Walking or on the road, raising an eyebrow and saying to herself: “What is the matter with this novel? If this was Laila only accepting Max and forgetting that monkey, you mean David) all this would not have happened to her to continue Reading: As Max entered Laila's room, he approached her, but she moved away To direct her words with hate Layla (the protagonist of the novel): "I hate you, I am disgusted with you. I will die and not be yours. Let me go from here. I don't love you. Why... you do not understand Max silenced her by pulling her hand harshly, his eyes turning red and veins protruding on his hands and neck as if about to explode. Max replied, screaming in anger at her, Max: "I don't want to hear a word from your mouth, that bastard. room you are mine about.. Who would Laila respond angrily: "Go to hell, I will not be yours. I will be his alone. He is my love." Max pushes her hard, and she falls down the bed. Then he pulls her so hard from her hands that her bones were almost crushed. His anger slapped her so hard that she fell and hit her head on the edge of the bed, causing a concussion in her head. As for her death, Max, when he saw her not moving, he rushed trying to wake her up, but to no avail. He was screaming while hugging her tightly, but she wouldn't wake up. He called the doctor, but she had passed away, which was a shock to Max that made him lose his soul or desire to live. He sleeps every day next to her grave and the tears never leave. He lost his lover and his life, and he was the reason for that, so he decided after that that there is no end to his torment except with his death, so he shot himself in the head, so his body fell on her grave. Tears began to fall from Laila's eyes, and she was shocked by the end of this novel. This damned writer jokes, is this even the end!!) to raise her eyes to the sound of the flute of a truck heading towards it at the speed of his soul. It soon took a breath until the truck hit it, dropping it like a corpse with the book in her hand.... The pages were stained with blood.She had the truck to drop like a corpse and the book in her hand.... The pages were stained with blood. Layla spoke to herself: "Did you die?... As I remember, a truck hit me and then everything turned black. Well, I feel a little pain. There are voices!!... Have you been taken to the hospital? There is something." Soft under me? Is it a bed? But as I remember the hospital beds are harder than sleeping on the floor, I will try to open My eyes! Laila slowly opened her eyes, feeling pain, as she opened them, she saw a black ceiling. She started moving her eyes left and right. The whole room was black. With threads attached to her on her hand, she began to feel the bed, which was soft as if it were silk, but the room was empty, with nothing but a closet and two doors. She began to say to herself: "Am I in the hospital? She started smiling stupidly, "She forgot that moments before she was shocked 11..) A truck was about to die) Moments later, Layla heard the sound of that door iron For a girl dressed as servants to enter, as soon as she saw her and met their looks, the tray that was