Some Things Are Just Meant To Happen

The grave was dug, the body was wrapped, dropped to its resting place, and hidden away.

The only proofs that a person had gone from the world were the impromptu grave mark they erected, and the sleeping child in Zarqa's hands.

The girl looked down at the grave, her tired eyes already losing their light. It seemed as if everything was flying by her, never processed, never comprehended. Her mind had stopped working.

She thought she could save her. She thought she could free her. But she couldn't. Was it her fault? Was there something she could do?

It wasn't the first time she witnessed a mother die, but this felt different. She was the one who took care of Raheal. She was her responsibility.

Was that how her mother felt every time a mother was lost in her hands?

She tried to probe her mind to remember, but it was ardent against working by that point.