sabriye had always been a sour demeanour, and now leaving home to some british town, it was as if someone was pulling nails. ❝ your misery needs new friends, aylin. ❞ she mutters darkly. ❝ nothing, i just simply would rather be elsewhere. ❞
"perhaps," she muses with a gentle smile, "but until it ventures out to make new friends, you have been chosen and we shall endure misery together, dear sister." it had never been easy to learn the troubles that plague sabriye; her expressions inscrutable and words unembellished, but ever since they arrived in london, the task felt utterly impossible. "did you have a place in mind?"













