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In the name of Allah.


It is the path they have chosen. It's the life she's picked, and she's going to make the best of it no matter how it's going to be and what more is going to come. Though their new lives are slowly and discreetly swallowing them both, turning them into strangers, deep inside their hearts are tied, still are and always will be and some of the time they don't even realize. He's chasing the big world, running around, wanting to feel it so badly in his hands, and she has done with her chasing, long ago as the matter of fact. He's the world she reached for, or should I say, that reached for her actually. He is her world, she's got him, maybe not in her posession but in her heart, treasured. So she just had to hang around, while watching her world spinning around trying to grab the stars above and arrange them in a constellation of his own. Not a day goes by without her praying the very best for him. Not a second goes by without her wondering about him. But most of all, never once her heart beats without believing so deeply that he'll make it, and even reach for each and every rock in the galaxy. He'll do just great and he'll get all the great things because she believes he only deserves the best. Unfortunately, does he even look back? Does he even try to look back at her? That heart that prays for him with every beat, has it even crossed his mind? That heart that beats only for him, does it even matter anymore? Because it seems like he's been wrapped in layers with all the best things his new world has to offer that nothing can get through him. Each day, a new layer is formed around him, at the same time, one by one, each piece of her broken heart falls to the ground as the glue that holds the broken pieces together gets weaker and weaker. All she can do is wonder and cry, but she's gotten so numb to even feel anything anymore that she's turned into a lifeless thing. Probably still living life but not hers. "Do I still matter to you, love?" It bruises her to even think of asking the question. Does it even matter to know anymore?