M A F Q U D
[arabic → missing, absent]
Days passed and she was finally home. It never felt any better—being in her room, feeling the emptiness swallow her again. Maya looked in the mirror—her baggy eyes, her messy hair, the sulky face of hers. It looked as though she had her life sucked out of her, looking like a lost soul.
Maya stood still, facing the woods outside from the glass doors of her balcony. The trees loomed over her like a giant. The hues of rosewood, saffron and tangerine of the leaves danced in the air when they met the winds. The soft chirping of the birds outside were harmonic and it calmed her, but the pain of losing Nathan was still there.
But Maya had to move on. She couldn't live like this forever. She missed him and she always will, but crying an ocean isn't going to bring him back. She needed to move on, and she will.
Nathan was her past and her life was her present.
He will always remain part of her. Always.
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The Man Who Left | ✔
Short StoryFor Maya, there is never a happy ending. All her life she'd loved Nathan - the man who always stood by her side during the dark days of her life. But when she gets news of Nathan's sudden death, will she ever accept it? Will she ever have a happy en...
