Oh Shehzad.
Why must you be so bipolar at times? I understand that your scars from the past need healing and heal they shall, only when you allow them to Shehzad.
You're broken.
You're damaged.
You're locked up; why won't you let me in still now?
Gazing at you is like gazing at a symphony of white whose shade is hazy and incoherent that I am unable to make anything out of it.
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The snow was beginning to fade and melt but the night cold remained the same. My arms were folded against my chest and my chin was tucked inside my warm scarf but my state of mind was still with what had happened today; Shehzad had left the hospital after his encounter with his mother and I stayed behind with Sophia. When
