The land was wet from the rain that fell the previous night. The colourful sky was a contradiction to what the weather was like previously.
A yellow, orange and red streaks of lights were visible for all to see. Happiness was what it reflected. With the sun warmly shining upon the living, it was all that and more.
Sadly, it was anything but happy for Samia. She was running a very high fever. Her wounds were still red and glaring. Her entire body felt worse than she had the night before.
The soreness increased tenfold. Her heart ached yearning for not the man she was ready to die for but the one who was always ready to die for her.
The irony was not lost on her. It was one of those situations in life where life forcefully teaches a lesson and hers came in its hardest form.
Her brother's name was on her lips and in her heart for the first time. She wanted to call it out but she felt ashamed to do so. She wasn't deserving of his name.