I closed my eyes and held my breath. Did he just ask for forgiveness? He realized that whatever he did was wrong?
I let out a heavy breath and opened my eyes.
''It's just that my obsession took over and did it's job.'' I didn't turn around to see his expression, I stood where I stood and didn't move. ''And I really am sorry for that. Please forgive me.'' I slowly turned around and looked at him. He looked nervous and didn't meet my eyes. His body was tense and it seemed as if he was struggling to breathe.
''I forgive you.'' That made him look up at me with his eyes wide open. It shocked both me and him. What did I just say? And why? How could I forgive him so easily. Maybe because of islam, maybe because I am a muslim. Maybe because life is too short to stay angry with people and to hate people. That's what my mother used to tell me when I was a kid.
''Y...you forgive me?'' He asked shocked, breaking me out of my thoughts.
''Yes idiot, I forgive you!'' I said with a smile. Saying those words to him made a warm spine occur in my body. I don't know how to explain it, but it feels so good, amazingly good. It feels as if all my worries are gone and I couldn't stop smiling.
''But, how, I mean why? I....you know, I don't know so....'' He started to ramble up but I cut him off.
''My parents taught me that whoever asks for forgiveness, you should forgive them. Because it's what islam teaches us. Forgive and forget remember. You may not forget, but always forgive.'' I said. He looked taken back by my answer but it actually made him smile.
''You are amazing.'' He said looking deeply into my eyes. He seemed to be lost in his own world so I smirked.
''I know, thank you. But you're not.'' He came back to his sense and frowned when he realized what he said.
''I'm sorry for saying all that about your family..." I trailed off seriously, regretting everything.
''No don't be sorry, I can understand how you feel. It's all my fault. I fu**ed everything up. I ruined your life and I didn't even give you a explanation.'' I could see the regret in his eyes before he closed them so I walked over to him.
I took his face in my hands which made him open his eyes. ''Don't worry about it, it doesn't matter. What happened, happened. We can't change it now can we?'' I said and removed my hands from his face, because I couldn't concentrate. He stared at me before he ran a hand through his hair.
''What were you doing by the way? Back there.'' He pointed behind him at the balcony. My face heated up in embarrassment.
''Nothing. I fell.'' I lied. But he obviously didn't believe me.
''Really? Fell? Couldn't you come up with something better?'' He said and I rolled my eyes.
''I wanted to go to the beach but the door was locked so I tried to climb down the balcony....and it didn't end up well.'' I whispered the last part to myself but I'm sure he heard me because he laughed.
''Are you serious?'' He asked when his laughter died down. I nodded and shrugged triyng to hid that I'm embarrassed about tha fact. How could I be so stupid to even think about climbing down from a 20 feet high balcony.
''You know, I forgave you for forcefully marrying me and all that, but I still haven't forgiven you for drinking.'' With that I walked past him towards the house, still knowing that the door was locked. How could I even forget that he actually was drunk last night.
When I stood in front of the main door I waited for him to arrive. After a few seconds I heard his fotsteps. I turned towards him to see him looking at me with a weird expression.
''Are you going to open the door or not?'' I asked. He scratched the back of his neck.
''I don't hav a key with me.'' My eyes widened and I was going to bombarded with questions but stopped when he talked again. ''Don't worry, I will climb up the balcony.'' I breathed in relief and waited for him to climb up and open the door.
After a minute Walid opened the door and I walked inside.
''About the drinking part, I don't usually drink. The only times I drink is when memories of things that I don't want to remember won't stop giving me a headache. But last night, you weren't with me. Your face wasn't there to make me calm, I wanted to forget that you ran away and find you infront of me the next morning. But you never left. Even if you could, you didn't."
"My life is complicated Jasmin! I am complicated. I want you to just remember that I am a city leader, so never forget what this role of mine is based on." He slowly said, making me confused.
''No. I've seen the real you. I don't understand! What is happening here. And why do you drink alcohol to forget memories. What kind of memories? Why do you seem so troubled? Why are you a city leader? Why do you do those crimes when you know it is wrong? What does your parents say about it? Why do you do things when you don't even have a reason? Or do you have reasons?'' All the questions came flying out and I waited for them to be answered.
I want all the answers to all the questions so badly that I can't even describe it.
''I'm going upstairs to rest. I don't feel well.'' With that he turned around and walked upstairs leaving me with all the unanswered questions. Why?
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