chapter 103

INAYA -

How does a woman deal with her longing for the man she loves?

I don't know.

It's torturing to know that Hamza Filladi was sleeping downstairs but was still the farthest from my reach.

All my surroundings looked horribly different, the villa seemed more dimly and lifeless, and all people around me looked less lively, even the cook was affected by our long seemingly unamendable dispute because the food tasted awful, or was it just my lack of appetite seeing Hamza's chair empty in every meal?

The worst place in the whole villa was undeniably our room, it was monstrously painful to stay there alone, to sleep in a large bed looking at the empty pill ow beside me, and to wake up every morning in an empty dark place.

At some point, I even started to wonder how was that man able to stay in this room after my departure. I always thought I had it harder since I had to move to a new place after our separation and start anew, but now that I'm spending my nights alone in the same old place