Chapter 7
Separation and death are sisters. One truly understands the other after tasting it. They both have one thing in common, though.
The ability to make or break someone. I felt...the latter.
I saw it coming; in fact, I knew it well, yet when it arrived, it felt unbelievable. It felt new. It was as if I had never tasted separation before, even if I had on many occasions. It was the most bitter this time.
I got home to an empty house, dined at an empty table, and comforted myself with my previous experience of loneliness. Yet it was not enough because this loneliness was different.
This loneliness aches more because I have tasted company.
"Your brother is here," Aliyan said as he placed my coffee on my desk, "He brought a few friends."
"A few friends?
"You mean the mafias? There is nothing new there.
"He was always hanging around different crowds.
"So you're accepting his visit?"