SOPHIA
If scars were the sins I’ve committed, Then my whole body would be marred with them.
I slam my diary closed. What the heck am I even writing?
It’s Sunday and I’m bored out of my mind. It’s kind of pathetic that I want someone to talk to me. I mean, when have I ever needed people? Never.
I know Abdallah is somewhere in the house but I can’t exactly tell him to talk to me. Especially after I’ve told him off one hundred and one times. God, I am so desperate.
Last night, I wasn’t able to sleep after what had happened between me and Aimen and when I heard Abdallah’s footsteps, I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. But, hell. When I’d seen him reach out for the diary, I’d almost had
