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𝐀𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 "𝐍𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢" 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚

Keeping myself occupied from the negative thoughts constantly knocking on my frontal lobe is – tough, to say the least.

Ever since my Bonnie and Clyde moment with my boyfriend, I've been trying to keep it together, especially for my older sister's sake.

I've never seen Egypt so heartbroken in my life, even after her ex-boyfriend died.

So, I did what I do best, and I rose above all odds.

Every day I trained, every day I stretched, every day I prayed, and every day I cried.

Always on my lonesome.

I knew what was going on in the meetings that I couldn't attend, I knew that Canan would soon be no more, and I knew that my childhood paradise would soon be dismantled by those overpowered by greed.

I just didn't know it would happen so soon.

Dimitri and his brother have been here for about a week, and to say foreign tensions are high is an understatement.

It's always like there's a false alarm of us being infiltrated, and then after ten minutes of getting everyone ready and situated, we would all be told to go back to base.

This shit happened four times already.

Maybe our scouts were on edge, any sight of shadow or light in the distance had them ready to pounce and conquer.

Exhaustion couldn't even explain how I felt at this very moment. I was always in pain, whether it was subtle or throbbing. The only time I didn't wince was when I was knocked out by my pain and insomnia medication.

Cairo gave me the best of the best, and I appreciated him for that because he too, has been working on overdrive.

From his anxiety of his lab being torn apart and destroyed just to find the recipe to what has essentially made us almost one billion dollars to his baby sister almost dying in a country that he wishes he could be at the most, he couldn't sit still.

And I don't blame him.

I don't blame anyone for how life is right now actually.

We are all born into our families, we don't ask to be here, but we're placed here, by whichever god-like entity you believe controls us all.

Shaking my thoughts from my brain, I carefully step out of the shower, trying my best not to put too much pressure on my legs as I decided to join everyone for sparring practice today.

Dimitri was able to see right through me, he was able to tell that I have been bullshiting my health ever since he stepped foot off his private plane.

He was all smiles when I ran until he realized my run was a actually really bad limp, me practically dragging my left leg and then hopping quickly so no one would catch on.