بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم.
Amatullah's POV
Silence; a word unspoken.
Grief; a feeling unwanted
Truth; a facet unheard
The feeling, quite true and in no way definite was what shaped the very existence of what was intended to be said.
It was, in no way, what was believed to be silent, as it roared above all words.
Was it intended to throw all this at Zahra, or what is indeed the spur of moment that regrets to be "spurred".
Her eyes froze, much like a frozen river, in a state unable to function, frozen and clearly in no emotion.
Her glass-like eyes leaked out was a tear. It streamed across her face leaving a glossy trail.
That very moment that we were together was silent.....a word unspoken.
Each moment pouring in reality each minute taking out normality.
How did she take what I had said?
Is it my fault?
Questions, that I hope would be positive
**^*^*^********
Asslamualaykum!
I am ever so sorry that this chapter is sooooo short! YA Allah! I didn't quite expand on Amatullah fully and so as I wanted to move unto Yahya's POV, I thought adding this separately would make some sense.