Fragment chapter 1

 

حبيت أشارككم بقصة كتبتها باللغة الإنجليزية ..

بصراحة هذي أول مرة أكتب قصة بالإنجليزي و متأكدة بيكون فيها مليون خطأ يمكن xD

و أساسا لحد الآن ما قررت أيش أسوي بالضبط بهالمدونة .. قلبي لا يسمح لي بتركها نهائياً

و عندي شبه أفكار بس مترددة فيها مرررررره :(

بس خلونا من هذا الآن و أخليكم مع القصة اللي أتمنى تعجبكم 

المشكلة أخاف ما تقرون إنجليزي .. وقتها أيش الفائدة أنزل القصة هنا xD

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 نبذة عن القصة :

أنا سيئة بإعطاء نبذات زي كذا 

بس بحاول من دون حرق إن شاء الله 

القصة بتتكلم عن شابة اسمها " إلينا " اللي حبيبها " جيمس "دخل السجن فجأة بتهمة قتل 

رئيس شركات معروف مره .. المشكلة مو هنا, المشكلة هو مو من النوع 

اللي ممكن يقتل أحد حتى نملة و هي مقتنعة بأنه مو القاتل ..

بس هو معترف أساسا أنه هو القاتل بس هي لسه مؤمنة فيه ..

فهل يعقل بأن يكون هو القاتل أم أن هناك سر خفي بالموضوع ؟؟

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Fragments : Chapter 1

Dreaming of a day that will not come..

Dreaming of a person whom is long gone..

Will I ever witness his gentle smile again ..

Will I ever feel the warmth of his hand yet again..

Is it wrong for me to wish this selfish wish :

To walk together in the path of a bright future..

Will you allow me at least to express the untold emotions to you one last time..

Give me this chance only once..

Please..

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I still remember the day when you once came and told me that this is over. I remember it as if it was yesterday.

I still remember the look on your face as if it was painted in my mind till now, your eyes were full of regret and sorrow that your mouth can't speak. Until now I'm still questioning your reasons. No matter what the people say and believe, I'll always have faith in you till my last breath, even though I'm walking in the dark as if now but I'll still trust your light.

While I was lost in my thoughts, my dear friend Lucy came to me asking :

-how are you today, Alena ?

I sight and answered her :

-can't you tell, living miserably, of course.

She look at me with a painful expression and said in soft voice :

-why must you be so loyal to him like this, just forget him already.

I gave her a weak laughter saying :

-you say it as if it is something easy to do, but It's not.

Then I continue with a faint smile :

-even if I want to forget him, I just can't. he's my everything, forgetting him would mean abandon a huge and important part of me.

She laugh and said:

-forgive me, I forget how much you loved him.

She sight :

-if you chose to believe him, I won't stop you in fact I'll be with you, but the people already accusing him and call him murderer, which mean….

I cut her sentence saying in a strong voice :

-but he's not !

She shocked her head replaying  :

-saying that without a strong evident won't make them believe since everything is already pointing at him, his fingerprint was on the murder weapon and the servant saw what happened that moment, even James confess that he's the one who killed president Harley.

 she paused for a little moment and confusedly asked :

-how can we say with confident that he's not the murderer ?

I quickly answer :

-but he's…

Wait..what she's saying is right, even if I told them my feeling they won't believe me because I don't have the necessary evident . Telling them that " because he's not the type to do such thing " will only make them pity me and think that my action come only from me being in love with him, but that's not it. true that I had spend many years with him that I had become to know him more than he know himself, and above all I know when he lie..

I don't know why do I have those feeling, but I do, I know the world is full of unbelievable things and the possibility still there that he's the one who killed president Harley despite how nice he is, but I have this feeling that he's not the murder, and on top of all that, he's…

-by the way, I heard that you can't go and visit him, why is that ?

I told her frankly :

-he refused to see me.

She said in a big surprise :

-why ?!

I tried to maintain the strength of my voice so that she doesn't know my true feelings :

-I don't know, when I get there the guard told that he refuse to see me without telling him why.

I wish I know why he refused to meet me, there's no way he'd refuse to see me without a clear reason. He even haven't replied to any of my massages.

No, that's like him..

Ever since that night everything has change. More like he's no longer the person I once knew.

Something must have happened to him that night, something he can't tell. If only I could know what that thing is. Because I can't believe any of this there's no way he could leave me like this; not after he make that promise to me. There's something big going on in his life, something he refuse to speak  about even though he haven't ever hide anything from me, and him refusing to meet me or replying to any of my massages proof just that.

I need to know.. 

I must know..

There's no much time's left..

My time and your time has already began moving..

Like a sand clock that's only move toward its end, it won't wait for us no matter what..

It will deliver us to our end anytime now..

What will this end be for us I wonder..

That why I'll try my best to know what has happened to you..

Just wait for me, I won't forgive you if you die before me…

Ever…

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