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"abeeeeech"

"uff me more!! bs this isn't right, when are you getting married anyway?"

"3ogub esbo3ain, don't remind me 3afya"

"I have to, we should stop doing this now"

"I know bs ma3arf 7addi '6ay3 I know I can't live without you"

"you'll manage inshalla, this is it, mabrook w mwafag inshalla"

"....."

"deer balik 3ala ro7ik, have a fun life!" , it's ironic how many times I've said those words, how many times we've said goodbye.

"How can I? you know I never meant to hurt you right? I never meant for us to end like this, walla this is...."

"Shhhh I know everything dont worry about it, I'll be okay, you'll be okay" , Bullshit and we both knew it. But what else could I say?
"take care gulbi, bye"


"bye boomti"

"haha love u ya 7mar "


Our phone call ended at that,
One message recieved: "I don't want this, all I want is you by my side"

I couldn't reply, we both knew that was never going to happen now, If we had hopes before now we have nothing, he was getting married in 2 weeks, and we had to deal with it, we had to move on. I had no intentions of loving someone else, he was the one for me, I found the one person I was supposed to spend my life time with but we weren't meant to be toghether I guess.

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I was just sitting there on the hospital chair. Broken arm still in a cast. My beat up face still hurting. Trying to absorb what just happened. I just recieved the "news". I'm now officially divorced. I'm free(?). I dont have to go back to that horrible appartment. Or that messed up guy who was supposedly my husband.

It's finally over.

I was supposed to be happy but no reaction came out of me, I was physically and emotionally lifeless. I've been that way since the day I was married off to that stranger.

I had no energy left. I wasn't alive. I felt nothing.

Until I saw him. He came for me, sat infront of me, he looked exhausted, he hugged me tight and cried "asif, walla I'm sorry" ....