To Win A Fight Is To Lose
Amro was carrying a bouquet of baby’s breath. He was wearing his usual clothes. It might be a bit romantic if he wore something nice, but he’s not going on a date. He’s visiting an old friend.
He put the flowers he bought beside his graveyard. He cleared the leaves scattered above his name and stared at it.
“To clear things out, I didn’t do it to have my revenge on them,” he said.
“I did it to protect those two.”
He sat on the ground and just wanted to spend his time quietly. The wind blew, and the leaves were falling. It went scattered above his name, and he cleared it out again.
“Okay, a bit of that hatred is for you.”
“I’m still not over about what happened to you, and seeing that girl living his life like she doesn’t own anything at anyone makes me sick
