Irade
July 25, 2:28 pm, New York City, USA
She couldn't help herself. It had been too much.
For the first time in weeks, Irade was reminded of Käwsär.
In those first few days, back when she was trying to find her way in America, she had been too busy trying to survive to do much. The city was already in chaos, and with barely enough English skills to get by, Irade was spending pretty much every day just trying to get by.
At nights however, her dreams would haunt her. The scene of Käwsär's body crumpling like wet tissue against the sand, of his lifeless eyes looking back at her, blood pouring out his eyes, mouth, nose...