Come Back

This had better be a dream, one she was lost in, or this had better be one of those days where he was joking.

He must be joking, right?

"Malik," she whispered, her hand flying to her mouth, "What do you mean?"

Pain reflected in those brown eyes, a pain he couldn't comprehend, and what's stranger, he could feel that pain she was experiencing. It was peculiar, as if he shared a connection with her... He didn't remember knowing her, or perhaps he did but the memory eluded him.

"Would you?" His voice was gentle; he detested the anguish in her eyes, which caught him off guard. "Could you tell me who you are?"

Safiya staggered, her eyes widening. He wasn't joking; not at all. "Don't you know me?"

Malik shook his head innocently. It would be better if she do tell him, because this headache was messing with him; he could not remember many things, apart from his ruthless self, the days when he had killed his father...