Fine lies, pretty pains

ALIYAH’s POV

If wishes were horses, a beggar would ride one, they say. I wished the floor could open up and consume me that minute as I stared at the semi lifeless body. The whole memory of my friend and my lover replayed in my head and I felt so bad. I had been so gullible and foolish. My whole life had been a lie. The people I called my friends and centered my whole life around had turned my life to a joke.

Wiping off the tears from my eyes, I stood up and walked to the body. There he was, laying peacefully. I was immediately filled with so much anger and hatred for the young man despite his state. If he didn’t exist, I wouldn’t be in this mess that I was. My whole life would not have taken a negative turn…. Or maybe it would have taken a more complicated dimension?

Heading out of the room where he was kept, I proceeded to the living room. The sweet moment and memories we shared clouded my mind. Was it all a joke? Did I really mean nothing to him?

“Your husband must not lack anyth