Sut heard the knock on the door in the middle of the night. Very few people knew his residence. He sat up with a start hoping to find the only person he has been longing for.
His wish was answered upon the opening of the door. Standing there in the cold was none other than the woman of his dreams.
Samia's fave was partly covered by the black hoody of the cloak she wore. He momentarily forgot to breathe. Albeit the half-hidden features, he couldn't help but be breathless.
Did she forgive him? Did she miss him as well? Several questions ran through his mind. Amidst the chaos going on inside his head, he managed to invite her in.
Samia's gaze never once met his seeking ones. She lowered her eyes as she walked inside. She knew this house like the back of her hands.
It only increased her guilt. Knowing a thing more than a person. She had treated everything and everyone better than she did Jibril.