The pebbles on the road were making me more uncomfortable by every second. My efforts to sleep in the previous hour were futile and so I sat up .There was no car in sight and the angel of death was nowhere to be seen, I guess this life still wants to continue. I did not want it to though. It was getting humid and the road was still hot. I desperately wanted some air conditioning but the kinds of ordeals that happened in the previous months that had led me to this road this night trying to sleep made it very clear that nothing that luxurious will be touched by me any time soon. I did not want to think about the past but as I even thought about it just for a second the dam of memories broke through washing me with the mighty tide of past.
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Teen FictionOur lives are defined by collection of moments that change it for better or for worse. They happen in microseconds and just in that period of time our lives take unimaginable turns Sulieman could not imagine even in his wildest dreams the turn his l...
