It was training the next morning. Anissa stayed in bed and gazed out of the large window. She sighed as she sat up and pulled her hair to her left shoulder, her eyes just staring into space. Her mind too occupied.
What she had discovered yesterday had shook her badly. Her beliefs were shattered and a new perspective was forced on her.
She didn't know whether this was a good thing or not because it was completely unexpected.
She had not seen Shehryaar since yesterday. And for some reason, she wanted to see him.
She couldn't believe that she had him all figured out.
And the worst part was, that it made her realise what she had done: and what she had done was wrong.
She knew that as long as she believed that he was a psychopath, a person incapable of empathy or remorse, was natural
