"I'll talk to her one last time." Even though he had said this, his eyes had no life within them, as if he was already aware of the answer he was going to get and they contained no hope.
"And if she refuses to come back to you? His grandfather asked, looking at his face with prying eyes.
Huzaifa looked down, moistening his lips with his tongue but didn't dare answer anything.
"You can't change it, if she's not written into your fate, you can't do anything to make her yours and the same goes with the opposite."
Huzaifa felt another pang in his heart hearing this truth. "She was mine, But I messed up everything, she loved me, everyone knows that, but I still can't do anything to stop her from leaving me."
