SOPHIA
When the first rays of the sun filter through the curtains, I breathe a sigh of relief. With eyelids drooping, I know I need sleep but that can’t be told to my racing heart or my teary eyes.
Abdallah lay next to me, a huge distance away. By the stiffness of his shoulders as he faces the other side I can’t tell if he’s asleep or not. Most probably the latter.
I face the other side as well and the bed makes this creaking sound which can barely be heard over the rush of blood in my ears.
I think I might be choking with the emotions gathering up and up, thrashing and begging to be let free. And so I do.
I let the darkness out and flees as if it had been waiting too long to be let out. The anger is easy too, it doesn’t wish to stay long. It’s the pain I’m worried most about.
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