46. REALITY

"Strange wind caressing my soul,

I don't know what they want,

Some things changed in the air,

Those are my empty screams which you hear"

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Her stomp was so strong and filled with rage that the sounds of her steps resonated in the empty, cold titled floor. She felt her finger tips numb as rage screamed from her demeanour. But still there was a speckle of uneasiness in her heart and she knew it, why?

She wasn't wearing her hijab. Exhaling loudly, she fixed her bomber jacket and her army pants. She wasn't walking to start a war again. She was going to end it. Her blue heart beat aloud making her aware, again.

Tilting her head, she smirked as her steps came to halt. Turning the door open, she calmly walked in with her empty hands and blank face. Her face was tight as the muscle in her jaw ticked.

"You love to play games, Fateh Hussein.

And I love to end them." Saying she took the seat on the empty chair.