Nesrin saw death once again, as her consciousness began to waver and her mind started to go blank.
She realized that this line that separated life from death was so fragile, so narrow, so dark, and so bereaved.
It was as if the stars were trying to bring her soul back to the place it belonged, death.
Nesrin's heart shivered at the thought.
Everything comes with a price after all.
Perhaps she should not fight so hard to live, perhaps it would be best if she extinguishes her desires and accepts what is written for her.
Nesrin left her feeble grip from his hands, there were no thoughts in her mind, her consciousness was fading away but she had to fight, she was not letting anyone play with her life anymore.
Her fingers slid inside her hair and pulled out the hair pin.
The man was clouded by his own thoughts, he was so sure of himself that he didn't notice when the sharp pin was attacked towards him.
