Zinat and Aayat sat together on the bed, a shared aura of nostalgia and emotion enveloping them. Memories of cherished moments and beloved faces lingered in their thoughts, intermingling with the weight of their current struggles.
"Is he okay, you think?" Aayat's voice trembled with concern, her recent haunting dream still casting a shadow over her.
Zinat's gaze turned pensive, her heart heavy with her own worries. "I honestly don't know. But at least Abyad is still with us... Zubair..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes welling up with tears as she grappled with the painful absence of her true love.
Aayat's own grief found voice, her words a quiet admission. "I miss him so much.”
Zinat's hand found Aayat's, a gentle squeeze conveying understanding. "Your attempts to mask your pain, to be strong, it's clear they're not your true self. Aayat, you need to confront your emotions.”