41. FAR AWAY & LONG AGO

"The candle didn't stopped burning,

You flew off my flame,

I will rise again to tell a story,

From the ashes of phoenix"

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The cold, dark night fell hard on her heart. It seemed distant and too long. She couldn't sleep and her sleep was gone. Her mind didn't stop working but still she couldn't come to any conclusion. Zohra believed deep inside her heart that Mahara could never hurt her. Surely, she didn't know what she was doing at that old house but what she knew was that Mahara would never hurt her. Mahara wanted to take away her from that hell place, then how she could be the one to hurt her?

Her face pulled over a frown and she unknowingly gazed at sleeping Waqas. She totally forgot about him. He needed her but how could she help him when she was the one who needed herself the most.

Across her memory, there was a always a door banging itself to be opened. Seeming far away and holding memories of long ago. A glow of darkness hiding with a box.