*
The wind rattled the windows of the living room, whistling as it passed. Fareed looked up sharply at the windows. The hinges were creaking loudly, irritating him. Noor had refused to close them earlier when the wind began. She had insisted that he needed to allow the fresh air into the house, as it was too stuffy from being closed always.
He was sitting in the same spot he had been for a few hours now, his legs stretched out before him. Although his wounds were almost completely healed now, he found that he still couldn't move his legs. His bones were tired, and they ached from the weight he carried within him; far too great for a man his age. He was weary and worn out, but he was eager to do something nonetheless. That was why he had told her to bring all the contents of his table to
