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"That's exactly it. You didn't even see her" Rabi grits her teeth. "I understand that you harbor affection for her since a very long time. I do. But.." she looked into Shavez's eager eyes not wanting to disappoint him but she had to make him aware of what he was expecting and what are it's consequences. "But you have never seen Haya, you are in love with the idea of her but not her, Not her." He shook his head, not denying what Rabi was saying, but correcting her soon after. "You are wrong. I have spent more time with her in my head than with her." "I get what you are trying to tell me but, it's Haya we are talking about. Haya. And you have no idea of what I feel for her, I have never asked anyone what she looks like, I never cared about that but just her being, her self, her everything inspires me, tells me that she is the most beautiful inside out person and there is no one I can give that place to. You telling me that I won't like her for her face seem childish to me right now" He scoffed at the end shaking his head lowly. While the other two were just looking at him rant and admiring how much he is into Haya for talking about her that way. "The reason for those wounds is me and so, I want to be the one to heal her. I want her to be mine just as I have always been hers." ❗ This story is rated mature hence expect that it'll have you tugging your hair. ❗Trigger Warnings: Mention of violence, brutality, self-harm, anxiety, minor character death. ❗It's not a regular romance tale, so if you are expecting fluff, this story ain't it. ❗Try to be very patient while reading and everything will reveal itself eventually. ❗Lastly, I don't say this story is perfect because none is, but hope you enjoy it as much as I felt excited to write it.
1. Prologue
