“Don't look for me, don't call me… Goodbye, Ismail. I whispered, it was never so difficult to put that point and end”

Enough of commas, enough of ellipses or going back to the same page turned to ashes as we thought, inside so alive that it stirred the soul. Outside, away from the unaffordable haze and luxuries everywhere, I welcomed the cool New York City air.

Freedom.

Nothing more than the pressure installed in my chest did not undo it, not even the light from outside. The dagger stuck in the