The next time I woke up, I noticed my surrounding was not as dark as before. The torch on the phone lighted the room a little. My hair was messy and as I moved my head a bit, I noticed somebody besides me, lying just beside me, a few inches away, and was looking at me.
I looked to the person and it turned out to be none other than Omar. Memories from last night flooded in my brain.
Last night Omar was having a panic attack and then I consoled him. He looked much better now. In fact, he seemed to be in a much better mood.
I watched Omar as he was looking at me and then I saw him putting his fingers close to my hair and pulling out a feather from my hair.
And for the second time, I saw him smiling. He smiled and softly whispered, "Good morning, Yumna."
I froze. I couldn't believe what I
