ARWAN
I have no fucking idea what I'm doing.
I've been standing on her doorstep for the last five minutes, trying to work out what I should do. Five minutes, and I have no idea. I don't even know why I stopped outside her room. She needs to sleep, no matter how sleep-deprived she is. And I… I need to forget her.
It's much harder than I thought it would be, especially at a time like this, when she seems lost. She's lost all her bearings when I think about it. She must be totally elsewhere, not knowing what she should be doing. I can understand that. I was like that two years ago when my father let me go. Except that she's lost someone.
And I can't imagine that.
Somehow, I want to be there for her. I wanted to stay away and not interfere in her life, but then I found her in the kitchen. And I couldn't resist my own urges. The thing is, I want to be there for her. I want her to see me as someone she can count on.
