Burn The Whole World II

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{Capital City Of The Inside, The Holy Land}

{Al-Sayf Mansion}

Huda had essentially lost the plot.

A sobbing mess, she sat on her bed, knees pulled to her chest. 

Snot, tears, and whatever else was on her face.

Yet, she didn't seem to care, her image an afterthought. 

The memories... oh, those damn memories.

It pained her to see him so gone... so lost.

She knew this to be all her fault.

And the projection's only purpose seemed to be her constant reminder of that.

It just... continued to play out like some twisted joke that she could not block out no matter how hurt she was.

Her hands gripped the sheets so tightly they were starting to tear, but that was the last thing on her mind at that moment.

She'd seen a lot of things in her long life—like a lot. A lot.

Sad, depressing, just straight nightmare-inducing.

But this?