With each passing minute, she feel like screaming at the top of her voice-so someone could know there was a bubbling volcano in her heart, a volcano that was capable of melting the whole of her heart and soul to a molten magma. With each passing minute, she feel her world crumbling her up, everything in her life was suffocating her to death, her only means of solace was now the means of her grief.
Who would she tell? Who would she inform? She knew she has to let this out, to erupt it out before it erupted by itself. She've cried an ocean of tears, hoping her tears will bring back Al-amin to her room, he would come with a smile and tap her shoulder-telling her she shouldn't worry, assuring her that he would listen to all she have to say. But no! She was only hallucinating, a hallucination
