When my phone buzzed again, I nearly jumped. I quickly picked it up, hoping it was Karim. But it was just another reminder from the visa authorities. I stared at the message, my heart sinking further. It was a reality check, a reminder that my time here was running out.
I knew I needed to make a decision soon, to figure out what I wanted to do. But the thought of leaving, of saying goodbye to everything and everyone I had come to love, was almost too much to bear.
I put my phone down, resting my head in my hands. For the first time in a long time, I felt completely lost. I didn't know what to do, didn't know how to move forward. All I knew was that I didn't want to lose Karim, didn't want to let go of what we had.
But as much as I wanted to stay, I knew that staying wasn't an option. I had a life back home, a family that needed me. And Karim... Karim had his own path to follow, his own responsibilities.
