روايات وقصص ضمن Why Doe

“Why do you have this?” Safiya’s voice was gentle but firm. “Because I was the one who made sure you were born.” Ayesha’s world tilted. “No.” She stepped back. Her mother watched her carefully. “Did you ever wonder why you were different, Ayesha?” Ayesha’s jaw tightened. She thought of all the times she had survived what should have killed her. All the times she had been faster, stronger, smarter than everyone else. Her ability to process information faster than normal.

"Did he say that?" She nodded. "You know what hurts? he won't tell me why. He'd rather let me overthink myself to death than give me straight answers. It's disheartening and frustrating and I keep wondering if it's because he doesn't think I'm good enough or maybe he just doesn't love me enough" she let out an exhale, wiping her cheeks as she felt a tear drop on them. "My child" Martha pulled her into a warm hug. "David loves you, don't you ever doubt that" she stroked her hair gently. "Everybody has a reason for doing the things they do and I strongly believe David has his own reasons for holding back"

But why? Why would he do that?

Why? . . . TBC

So why did it hurt so much? * *

Why does it feel wrong? It feels so wrong. Why?

****** "Dear? Why the long face? You are pregnant and that's what we've been praying for, right?" So, tell me why you are not happy?!"

Why shouldn’t it be possible? XXX

But the stubborn me didn’t listen to let the topic go, so I kept poking the beast, “Why? Make me understand why you don’t want it to happen, Elijah!” “Because I don’t want you to die, goddamn it!”

Because I don't just get it. Father why me?.