Noor’s Doc Marten’s were always clean. They shined in the light. They were pretty used up — you could tell by the scuffs on them. They have been through some times but even then, they were always at their best. They were her favourite shoes.

Ayan’s Nike Air Forces on the other hand were the opposite. They had scuffs and other unidentifiable marks on them. Underneath the marks, there were signat...

"You put so much joy into a world where it won’t give it back." Eiran sighs. "A waste really."

I swallow and look up at the sky. I inhale and exhale softly before looking back at my fiance. "I don’t give it expecting it back."

"Well you should start. You see," he leans forward. "These people out here," he gestures around the guests at our engagement party, "They’re not just plain r...

The insane do not know that they are insane. My father does not know that he is insane. I do though. He has the look in his eyes. He’s a psychopath. He lacks basic empathy. He creates wars. He separates families. He separated me from my family. 

  Anastasia and Eiran were the closest friends I ever had. Now they're both married and my father has kidnapped the bride’s sister because of a war I want...

If silence had a smell it would smell like the earthy smell after rain

Subtle but always there

Lurking

Waiting...

Life is like fog

It swallows you up like a hug

But it tries to suffocate

But we know that we just have to await

The light that comes in the end

The fog will clearly quicker than you would apprehend

You just got to wait for it to

Wait for the bad times in life

Because life is like fog...

Anastasia smiles politely when the waiter pulls out her chair. "Thank you." She sits down on the wooden chair. The man’s face flashes with a strange look before he turns neutral once more, nodding and walking away. I noticed it. And it seems, so did Anastasia. Anastasia turns to me and frowns, "Do I have something on my face?" She touches her face.

"No, Your Highness. You smiled and said thank y...

We both sit on the sofa with his friends.

They are all being so loud.

L O U D

I inhale and exhale deeply.

Ayan is laughing with a bunch of people I don’t know.

Time is moving so slow.

I just want to go home.

S L O W

"You okay?" Ayan mutters and squeezes my knee gently.

I don’t answer. I lean my head against his shoulder. He leans back on the sofa and wraps his arm around ...

"I’m only a call away." His words echo in my head as I stare down at my phone. The screen shows his contact with the call button right there.. I wipe away my tears.

Screw it.

I press the button. I lift the phone up to my ears.

He answers immediately.

"Hey, Noor," I can practically hear the smile in his voice.

"Ayan?" I sniff. "You were right about him."

The line is silent.

"Ayan...

"Let’s skip the pleasentries, shall we?" I lean back against the chair, picking my legs up and crossing them over on top of the oak table. "We both know we’re not here for small talk."

Clementine crosses her arms and exhales. "There’s a new terrorist group." I raise and eyebrow and sit properly. "They’re called Waterways."

"And what exactly makes them a terrorist? They kill people? That woul...

"You do realise that when you get married you’re going to have to get rid of all these stuffies?" my mum gestured to the plushies on my bed. "Where is your husband supposed to sleep?"

"On the floor."

"Zaynab. I’m being serious."

I rolled my eyes and sighed. I look at my stuffed animals. My eyes trailed over to my red switchable octopus that rested there at the front. I gently grabbed him ...