The sharpness of the cold wind from the vent bit my bones. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, images of the late night arrest flashed before my eyes.
The cold. Focus on the cold.
Cold.
So cold.
I felt so cold.
Colder than your father's eyes, he never learned to sympathize with anyone.
I opened my eyes, spotting the silver of sunlight shining between the gaps of the blackout curtain. How long has it been..? I averted my eyes to the digital clock on my bedside.
06:02
Its been eight hours of me laying in the same position, rotting. The ache in my neck and shoulders proved my numbers right.
My mind wouldn't stop traveling back to that night…no matter how I tried to distract myself. My mother wasn't a bad person, she cant possibly have done something…that caused an arrest.
I dont blame you, but i cant change you.
Its almost as if I have been paralyzed by exhaustion. I now felt overly aware of the headphones pressing hard onto my ears with the song blasting in my ears. My eyes slowly blinked, my head hanging off of the edge of the bed.
I watched my bedroom door open as a familiar pair of shoes stepping in.
I don't hate you, but we can't save you.
He held two mugs off coffee, he didn't look like he slept either. I could tell he knew about my allnighter from the knowing look he gave me.
I remember him mentioning something about how he has sensors in all rooms that detect vitals and brain waves at certain intervals of the day.
you were born reaching for your mothers hand,
“Hey princess, I made your favorite coffee”
"Mooom don't call me that...and I don't like coffee"
“Well i wont be the only one drinking it every morning, plus you need energy”
The memory flashed before my eyes. Most mothers probably would do anything to stop their kids from taking caffeine, my mom? She'd joke about me needing it more than a nurse working a nightshift.
From the way Tony stood, awkwardly walking on eggshells afraid to step on something from my items on the floor.
He shivered from the bite of the cold air, he quietly placed the mugs on the bedside before grabbing the duvet from my bed and covering me with it. He took the mugs back in his hands and sat on the floor so he was able to lay his head back on the bed.
Victim of your fa-
I pulled down my headphones and sat up. He turned to me and handed me my mug then took a sip of his. “Couldnt sleep?” He finally asked.
I shook my head, leaving my coffee untouched. I hated coffee.
“Still didn't get any word back on my mom?” He shook his head, taking another sip.
He pointed to my mug, “not a fan of coffee?”
I stared at the black liquid, maybe the nostalgic flavor will make me feel better…? I took a sip cringing at the flavor. “What coffee is this!!” I swallowed in disgust before handing him the rest. “Only the best you'll ever have” he mocked.
Mom used to make it with the cheap instant coffee she got from the office….what'd I expect from The Tony Stark
Silence dawned on us again. The angsty bitterness returning to the air, it made my stomach churn…or was it the caffeine? Clues…my brain searched for clues…any at all that would indicate the reason for her arrest from my memory.
“Do you have any memories of her?” He looked confused for a second “my mother” I added, and he sat up straighter. His eyes glassed over for a second, seeming to be somewhere in his mind. He shook his head a few seconds later, “no…sorry kid”
I scoffed, of course not. She was just another nightstand to him after all.
“listen kid…you dont have to understand any of this right now you just need to-”
“Need to what, Tony.” I cut him off.
The silence. This fucking silence that seems to drop by uninvited whenever it wishes.
“Need to take it easy on yourself…till we fully know what happened” He put down his mug on the bedside before shifting to sit on my bed.
“The people who took your mother, they aren't just normal police. I can't just write a check and get her out I tried” he explained. But it only felt like the more he spoke the more confused I got. “So…you do know what happened.”
Tony closed his eyes and rubbed his face tiredly.
“Not entirely.”
The pause felt suffocating, before I realized he wasn't going to say anything. His eyes didn't meet mine, this allowed me to notice the shadows beneath them and his dishelved hair more clearly.
I decided to rest my head on my pillow, pulling the duvet up to my chin. I was too tired to hate him. I ran out of memories to search for clues in. I just hoped and prayed, to anyone listening, please bring my mother back to me.
A/N: heyyyyyyy....pls dont beat me up guys I know I've been gone but..I GRADUATED!! As promised, this is it. I really hope i get back to writing, im still trying to get back into the flow of my writing style so bear with me my loves. Thank you for reading <3
You called in sick for yet another day, allowing yourself to sulk in your despair. What else is a person meant to do once informed they have little time in their pathetic mortal life?
You and Lena weren’t that close anyway it was more of an employer and employee type of relationship. Perhaps with a few game nights with her friends here and there but that barely happened. Lena had tried calling you a few times but you let it ring. You watched it ring. What would you say if you picked it up anyway, ‘Hey I’m dying hope you don't mind me missing a few days’.
For days on end Lena would call every few hours, along with concerned friends of hers. She was surrounded and loved by so many people, what difference would it make if it were one less.
Nonetheless, Lena rummaged through her employee files till she found yours, scanning through it for your address and writing it down. She’s quick to gather her stuff and speed out the company building to your place with a casserole in hand. Once she arrives she knocks on the door only for it to open, seemingly unlocked, she double checks the sticky note for the apartment number in concern. A-401.
You were a very cautious person, there's no way you would leave your apartment unlocked. She knocks once more before letting herself in and calling out your name, shutting the door behind her. Looking around at the dark apartment she notices how bottles of different colors and sizes littered the living room.
Her attention instantly spikes when she sees movement out of the corner of her eye, you stand there. Your disheveled figure leaning against the wall lit up by the light from the hallway you just came out from. Just as she was about to step towards you, concern etched on her face, you raise pointing your gun at her shakily with a bottle of something in your other hand. With the pungent scent in the air she could tell it was some sort of alcohol.
“Woah there y/n, it's me, Lena.” she raises her hand in surrender. “Miss Luthor..?” your voice came out hoarse and shaky. “Yes, that's me” Lena was evidently more anxious now. You slide down the wall dropping your gun and taking a long swig of your beverage. She comes closer and realizes you were sweating and shivering at the same time, she takes the bottle from you and you don’t argue.
She places a hand on your forehead checking for a fever but you swat away her hand, Lena’s face contorts in confusion. “You have no fever…what’s wrong then?” she asks as she helps you up and onto your living room couch, pulling away the now empty bottle. You couldn’t think of a better way to break it to her, not like there was one in the first place.
“I’m dying.” your voice doesn’t even quiver, making her think you were probably just exaggerating the feeling of being sick and she nervously chuckles “it can’t be that bad”. But it was. It is. “Lena. Look at me” You look into her eyes, “I’m dying Lena…”. You explain how you haven't been feeling well for a while, thinking it was probably from stress or sleep deprivation. But once the pain stopped being mental and became physical you had no option but to visit a doctor to get relief from the pain. Only to be diagnosed with a terminal illness you’ve never heard of.
Once you finished explaining, Lena seemed completely out of it, her eyes wide and teary. So you reach for another bottle from the coffee table, next thing you know you were pressed back into the couch by a hug from a sobbing Lena. “You’ll be fine. You’ll live. I’ll find the cure myself”
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It's been days since Lena last visited. She shot you a few texts a couple times to check in on you, sending you words of encouragement and comfort. You couldn’t find it within you to spare any energy to make yourself any food and didn’t bother ordering takeout either which was out of character for you, you’d usually jump at the chance to order takeout. But you weren’t feeling up to it.
And it seemed as if Lena had the same train of thoughts, because the day after she saw you in this state for the first time she sent you pre-prepped meals with delivery guys or sometimes takeout.
‘Hang in tight, I’m working on it.’ - Ms. Luthor 02:13 AM
A pang of guilt strikes through you. You hated how she pulled all-nighters to work on a slim to none chance of your survival. You tried ringing her to call it off and come up with some excuse but only wallowed deeper in your guilt after it went straight to voicemail.
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It’s been almost a week since you last saw or spoke to Lena, she still sent food everyday so you knew she was okay. You however, not so much. You could feel yourself getting weaker, and on the fifth day you fell bed ridden. The delivery guys gave up on ringing the doorbell and just started leaving the food outside the apartment door. Which earned you knocks and complaints from the neighbors from the smell of the molding food.
But you could no longer move, no longer speak, no longer stay awake to deal with the issue. Your phone seemed so close yet so far away, you couldn’t reach for it from how weak and pathetic you felt. All you did was sleep in an attempt to replenish your energy that way, all you wanted was to sleep.
‘Hang on y/n…I’m almost there’ Lena thought to herself as she bottled the blue liquid packing a syringe with it, finally making a breakthrough after trapping herself in her lab in search of any sort of cure or treatment. She didn’t want to waste any time looking for her phone and quickly rushed out the company door wanting to get to you as soon as possible.
Once she arrives at the apartment building she’s met with the stinging scent of rotting food, she covers her nose taking out the spare key you gave her only to find out, once again. The door was unlocked.
Lena rushes into the apartment and into your bedroom, relaxing once she spots your body huddled up in between blankets and pillows. She slowly made her way to the bedside table turning on the lamp. “y/n?” she whispered as to not startle her. “I did it y/n I found the cure” Lena whispered, her eyes tearing up as she smiled excitedly.
She waits for a response from you, her heart beating out of her chest in anticipation. Her brows furrow in concern, “y/n..?” she hesitantly reaches her hand out shaking you awake. Your body which was facing the wall, now laid on its back and your hand fell limp off of the side of the bed.
Pale. Blue lips. A shaky hand reaches to check your neck for a pulse, her eyes widen and she flinches at the cold touch of your once warm skin. She stumbled backwards, losing her footing and falling to the floor into choked sobs.
She was supposed to save you. You were supposed to live. You were supposed to make it. If only she had been earlier…perhaps you would’ve lived to thank her.
Warnings : Mentions of torture, stabbing, mentions of blood, angst, fluff, kidnapping, mentions of death, written while i was half asleep.
Summary : Y/N and Elijah are in a secret relationship, afraid that if anyone finds out it would cause harm to either of them. But eventually Klaus figures it out causing him to kidnap Y/N in jealousy, attempting to convince her to get with him. He ends up having to torture her so she would forget his brother and choose to be with him instead. Elijah finds out where she is and brings her to safety.
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I waited on the living room couch for Elijah to come home. Tonight was date night, Elijah had promised we’d watch movies together and just hang out since we hadn’t been able to meet ever since Klaus returned, and he didn’t want to raise any suspicion. Not wanting anyone to find out about our relationship in a town filled with supernatural beings.
Just as the door clicked open I got a message on my phone, ‘Something came up, I'll be home late. Get some rest I’ll wake you when I'm back’. I sat up straight in confusion turning my head towards the door to find no one. I felt that something was wrong and called Elijah, but the phone was immediately snatched from my hand before everything went dark.
I blinked my eyes open, groaning in pain. It was dark and cold and I was being dragged somewhere by my arms. Somehow I ended up being tied to a chair in the middle of a dark room, my head was spinning making me feel awfully nauseous. “Hi there princess, finally awake?” a man with an English accent chuckled coming from behind me. I couldn’t tell who he was at first, just a barely visible silhouette circling around in the dark room.
“Who are you? What do you want from me?” my voice came out hoarse echoing against the walls. The man stops dead in his tracks at my question, “Do you seriously have no idea who I am? You deeply wound me, darling” he cried in a mocking tone. “I am after all, the talk of the town these days” I felt his breath on my neck making my breath hitch. “Klaus…” my heart sank when I uttered his name in realization. “Bingo” he whispers into my ear, standing up straight. “As for what I want…I want you” his hand caressed my face and I didn’t hesitate to quickly pull away “all to myself”.
My stomach churns in disgust, fighting the urge to say anything that could make my situation worse than it already was. The hybrid has a big reputation around here and I definitely wouldn't want to be on his bad side, however it seems like I already was. “A little birdie told me, you’re dating me brother. We can’t have that now, can we?” he walks over to a light switch flicking it on. Once the room came into view I realized how bloodied the stone walls and concrete floor are, a table with a variety of tools and…needles? Sat in the center, next to me. My heart rate instantly picked up at that and I’m sure that fear was evident in my eyes the closer he steps towards me.
“Now now dear, no need to be so afraid. I’ll give you two options, hm?” he kneels down in front of me holding my chin in place so that I’d be looking at him. “I know that I can’t compel you to do what I want because of the vervain my brother makes you drink. But there's other ways this can go.” the demeanor in the room clearly changes when he says that. “You can either forget my brother’s existence and we live a happy life to–” before he’s able to finish his sentence I couldn’t hold myself back anymore and spit on him making him stand up to wipe his face with a rag that laid on the table.
“I see that we’ll be doing this the hard way. Fine.” His tone darkened as he kept direct eye contact with me while he took off his jacket and took a blade into his hand, the dim light reflecting off of it. “I’ll bleed you, till you comply. And if you don’t…well lets just hope it doesn't come to that my love” the blade glided over my cheek at just the right angle so that it didn’t cut into my skin. He stared at my face lovingly as he lowered the blade away from my face, then quickly changed into amusement as he watched my expression change into shock. Shakily looking at where his hand is, I spot the sharp tool he plunged into my thigh making me let out a blood curdling scream as the pain increasing by the minute. He took it out only to thrust the object into the same spot over and over. I could do nothing but scream and cry refusing to give in.
Days have passed, or at least that's what it felt like. The only way I could keep track was by how many times Klaus came in with a plate of food urging me to eat, which I profusely refused. I have been bled out so much to the point of passing out for hours on end. Klaus had attempted feeding me his blood but I tried to make a run for it every time I was fully healed. Hence why he sought it useless and chose to feed me portions of food, which I didn’t take in fear of it being drugged. I still hoped that Elijah would find me…if he hadn’t forgotten me. The longer I stayed there the more my hope deteriorates, but I trust Eli, I knew he was looking for me.
I was now laid back against a far corner in the room with the lights off and no longer restrained as Klaus doesn’t see me, a mere weak human, as a threat to him. But he took the tools with him and locked the door so that I wouldn’t escape. Not that I had any remaining energy to move let alone make a run for it. My face sat in my hands as my head spun and the ringing in my ears got louder. I could tell the malnourishment had gotten to me, a person could only take so much. I felt something thud next to me, when I looked at it I realized it was a person but with my blurry vision and the darkness in the room I couldn’t tell who. Placing a finger on what I assumed was his head I quickly retracted it when I felt how ice cold the skin was.
I didn’t hear nor see it when someone knelt next to me on the floor, but when I felt a hand resting on my cheek I peeled my eyes away from the seemingly dead on the floor and pushed away the one in front of me. “Hey hey calm down its me Elijah” I could hear the concern in his voice “Eli..? You found me” a sigh of relief left my lips and I didn’t hesitate to reach forward and wrap my arms around his neck sobbing into his shoulder.
He picked me up speeding all the way back to my house, the sun shining through the curtains which he quickly drew after carefully placing me on my bed. He helped me into a new set of comfortable clothes but not before checking and inspecting every wound with the look of concern not leaving his face. He bit into his wrist feeding me his blood and I could tell he felt somewhat better when the color returned to my skin but his brows still knit in concern. “It’s not your fault you know, you had matters to attend to you couldn’t have possibly known all this would happen.” I looked at him reassuringly. “I know but if I figured out he was using a witch to cloak your location sooner then you wouldn’t have been as hurt” he explained looking down into my eyes. “I’m well Elijah, I’m healed completely. All thanks to you” I lightly peck his lips and smile at him lovingly. We both laid under the covers enjoying each other’s warmth for a while with his hand playing with my hair, till I eventually drifted off to a much needed sleep.
Warnings : Fluff
Summary : Elijah taking care of y/n the morning after her first time, making her breakfast, showing his affection and love. They spend the day together talking about their memories and cuddling.
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As you slept, Elijah dressed himself up in a simple pants and shirt, then cleaned you up putting you in comfortable clothing not wanting you to get sick from the cold weather. He then laid on the other side of your bed stroking your hair lovingly feeling happy simply because of your presence. It was your first time, Elijah wanted you to feel safe and relaxed. After a few hours of admiring you and holding you close, he noticed the sun shining through a crack in the curtains onto your face and slowly got up to close it. He looks at the clock noticing the time and decides to make his way into the kitchen, but not before tucking you in well and adjusting your head onto the pillow gently placing a kiss on your forehead.
He leaves the room wanting to make you something special, perhaps a classic breakfast. When he started cooking the pancakes and eggs, a warm aroma filled the house. He brewed a coffee just the way you like it and placed it on the tray with the food and utensils, placing it on the nightstand next to your side of the bed. “What’s this?” you perk up forgetting about your sleep the moment you smell the food “I made you breakfast” he smiles at you warmly. “This looks amazing..thank you Eli” you were unable to contain your excitement as you dug into the delicious meal. He looked at you feeling a warm glow in his chest, a deep sense of happiness and love overcame him.
You looked down at yourself in confusion “when did I–” “oh I put you in a new set of clothes so you don't get sick, its been getting really cold recently” he picked up the warm cup of coffee putting it to your lips helping you drink it. “How are you feeling?” he smiled at you not losing eye contact “never been better” you replied taking another bite. “If you’re still feeling sore we could stay in bed and cuddle all day” he took away the tray after you finished your meal and you couldn’t help but smile. “Who would’ve known the one and only Elijah Mikaelson can be this sweet” you joked “Sweet, hm?” he leaned forward giving you a kiss, “come here” he laid back down in his previous spot with his chin on your head. You spent the rest of the day talking about the old memories of when you two first met and silly encounters you’ve had ever since.
You were glad he chose to spend today with you, he made you feel safe and you weren’t as worried and scared as you were the night before.
Note : Hi, damn its been about a month since I posted. This is the most i could write tbh i literally squeezed my brain for this chapter to be written and its short i know BUT its different than the ones before.
Warnings : slight mentions of grief, S.A, slut shaming, mentions of a gun, threatening, blood, swearing, slight angst.
Summary : Hiba and reader get somewhat closer all because of an incident in their neighborhood.
I walked through the always empty streets admiring how the leaves danced with the afternoon wind. I had woken up on my bed a few hours back which led me to think all the events that had happened the day before were just a bad dream. But the stinging pain and scabbing over red lines under my bangs said otherwise. Judging from the sound of the radio playing old music and no sounds coming from the television I could tell right away it was only my mother and I at home. She had suggested I take advantage of my weekend and go get some fresh air and socialize, and said something about how we’ll talk about what happened later. Which brings me here.
Looking up at the sky I realized the sun was about to set which was my sign to go back home. I was just a few blocks away when I recognized someone crossing the not so busy streets, she had headphones on with her hair fluffed up and a pair of ripped jeans with a brown shirt.
I quickly averted my gaze when I realized it was Hiba, hoping she wouldn't notice me. But in doing so I accidentally made eye contact with a group of teenage boys who were for some strange reason already looking at me.
I swore under my breath keeping my gaze on the floor and rushed past the boys, which resulted in me bumping straight into someone’s back. “Watch where yo-” the voice paused, “oh, it’s you” Hiba snorted mockingly, turning to me. Her smirk was quickly wiped off of her face when she saw the scared expression on my face, before she could say anything a whistle sounded from behind me.
We both turned to look at where the sound was coming from, and spot the four creepy looking boys approaching us. I instinctively grabbed her hand in fear, which she squeezed in return but not taking her glaring eyes from their smirking faces. “Hey there you two, need a good fuck?” the one in a hoodie, which seemed to be the ‘leader’, taunted “We could share you know”. This caused the others to burst into laughter. A rotten smell coming from them.
Weed
“Lets just go, please” I pull her back whispering into her ear. She turns deeming the boys not worth it and I followed along not looking back but letting go of her hand. “Oh come on,” one of the other boys whined while reaching out to grab me “It’s very obvious you don’t have an issue slutting around” I feel his disgusting eyes lingering on my neck.
A click is heard from behind me and I freeze, I could see a glint of fear flashing on their face. I looked at her and instantly recognized the small yet vital weapon she held in her hands. The same weapon that killed her. “Aw think we’ll be scared of your toy gun?” another round of laughter rings through the empty streets.
She points her gun upwards and pulls the trigger making me almost jump out of my skin. Hiba gives me a look of…concern, but doesn’t hesitate to point it back towards the boys who make a cowardly run for it. I watch them carefully from a distance until I feel a hand turn my face to the side from my chin, a pair of worried eyes made contact with mine. Her hands tug mine down away from my ears and wipes my tears. “Let’s get you home, hm?”.
I glance at her pocket where the, now obvious, pistol pokes out. She notices me looking and I guess she felt my fear. “It’s a toy” she takes it out and shows that the bullets are red paint-balls. “Makes them cower like puppies” she grins then helps me up.
Note: This fanfic isn't for any specific character so far, I'm thinking of making it into an ongoing series and see how it goes, just go with the flow and see where it takes us. Maybe I'll make it into s Hiba fanfic
Warnings: Mentions of death, medication, suicidal tendencies(?), angst, smoking, self blame, brief mentions of self harm
Summary: Y/n is the younger sister of Layan, this is the story of her grief basically. Not much action in this one, just a build up if you would.
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After my sister…Layan’s incident, people at school no longer spoke about her. Completely ignored her existence and mine as well which at first broke my heart but I strangely found solace in my time alone.
Once the new school year started I had trouble looking at the halls, the classrooms, the field without recalling the memories we had together with our friends. Of course it was the same at home but it was easier to avoid since I either stayed on the rooftop or trapped myself in my room the entire summer. Now, I had to deal with all the flashbacks crashing down on me at the same time. I no longer sat in my usual spot next to my sister’s desk trying as much as possible not to provoke any memories I shoved far away. So instead I took a random seat on the complete opposite side we sat in last year, which happened to be at the back of the class in a corner.
Miss Abeer, our homeroom teacher, made her way inside the class making everyone scatter to their seats. The lesson went on and I could practically feel Miss Abeer’s sympathetic looks digging into my skin, the students started realizing it too as they started looking towards me every once in a while in confusion. “Miss.” my voice rang out in the room, she looked at me with such sympathy. I’ve had enough. “Yes y/n?” she sighed “May I use the restroom, please?” I had already clutched onto my bag and made my way to the door not awaiting a response. I know she wouldn’t dare report it, afraid the previous year’s events will happen once again.
I’ve been out of the spotlight for so long that I get nervous if too many people are watching me, watching every breath I take, every move I make. I never could handle pressure...and Layan knows– knew that. She always helped me, distracted me, but now she’s not here anymore. Left me to fend for myself.
Before I knew it I was inside a bathroom stall reaching into my bag for a pack of cigarettes I stole from Hazem. Breathing in the smoke, I hold it in for a bit feeling it burn and pollute my lungs, I close my eyes and breathe out. Allowing my memory to drift back to the last time I saw her. Full of life, smiling so wide…she was always happier when she went out with Laith, anything to get away from home.
“We’re going to have SOOO much fun! And then when I’m back I’ll make it up to you I promise. We’ll play ludo and watch your favorite show, okay?” she grinned so wide I couldn’t say no to her “Alright alright fine. BUT, you need to promise to bring me my favorite candy on your way back” I folded my arms pretending to be serious. “Deal!” We giggled together at the back of the bus till it came to a stop. “ok , our time to shine~” she did a little dance in her seat and looked at Rania nodding her head as a signal. Rania nodded back to say she understood, she began the process of creating a distraction as Layan slipped out of the bus. She gave me one last look over her shoulder smiling, I waved to her and she waved back then the bus moved forward as she sped off.
BAAM
My eyes shoot open and I jolt off of the floor where I was sitting, accidentally grazing the cigarette-butt on my neck making me hiss in pain. I throw the cigarette in the toilet and flush it quickly, spraying perfume on myself and shoving everything to a hidden compartment I had made in my bag. When I open the door I see one of the girls from my class standing there, the one who slammed her fist on the door so hard I could’ve sworn it was a gunshot. She was really tall and had soft curls resting on her head. She snickers tauntingly at me then leaves out the door.
When I made my way out the bathroom it was the end of the day, so I had gone off to find the bus that I’ve been coming to school with the past few days, or weeks, I couldn’t tell.
In my room, it was quiet. I’ve been lying awake for hours in the dark. Sleep has always been my enemy. Layan had to tire me out completely just so I could get a few hours in. And even then it didn’t always work so I had to take pills for it and she’d always stay by my side till I slept and just talk about anything and everything. What an amazing older sister she was. I haven’t touched them since. Feeling as though I needed to be punished in any way possible, not allowing myself to sleep being one of the few ways. And the easiest, because others got pretty…messy and difficult to clean sometimes.
I hadn’t felt like eating dinner once again either. Feeling as though I didn’t deserve to eat.
Not when Layan can’t eat.
Not when Layan can’t sleep.
Not when Layan can’t be happy.
Not when it was all because of me.
Not when I didn’t stop her from walking right into her death.
Not when I was the one who convinced her to get with Laith.
Layan deserved to be happy, she deserved the world. And yet…I couldn’t give her anything but misery and pain.
“I miss you so much Layan…so much” a sob broke out of me, for the whole night. That's how I spent most of my nights.
