Wyar's heart swelled with excitement as he stepped off the plane, finally back in his hometown after a long stint abroad. He couldn't wait to reconnect with his loved ones, especially Mawar, the girl who had captured his heart. As he made his way through customs and out of the airport, Wyar's mind wandered to Mawar, imagining the moment they would finally meet again.
The taxi ride to his parents' house was a blur Wyar's thoughts consumed by visions of Mawar's bright smile and sparkling eyes. When he arrived home his parents greeted him with open arms beaming with joy. His mother enveloped him in a warm hug, tears of happiness streaming down her face.
His mother said : We've missed you so much, Wyar!
holding him at arm's length to take in every detail of his face. His mother continue:Come, let me make your favorite food. You must be starving!
Wyar smiled feeling a sense of comfort and belonging wash over him. He showered and changed feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. As he entered the kitchen the aroma of his mother's cooking wafted through the air making his stomach growl with anticipation.
His mother handed him a steaming plate of food and Wyar dug in savoring the flavors and textures. As he ate his mother asked him about his plans where he was headed next.
Wyar
Wyar replied: I'm going to meet up with some friends . His mother nodded none the wiser.
In reality Wyar had every intention of seeking out Mawar. He had to see her to hold her in his arms and tell her how much he had missed her. But he knew that Mawar's parents were unaware of their relationship and he didn't want to risk causing any trouble.
As he finished his meal Wyar excused himself telling his mother that he was heading out to meet his friends. He made his way to Mawar's house his heart pounding with excitement and nerves.
When he arrived at Mawar's house Wyar hesitated unsure of what to do next. He couldn't just knock on the door not without risking detection by Mawar's parents. So he stood there frozen hoping against hope that Mawar might appear at her window or better yet, come out of the house to meet him.
But as the minutes ticked by Wyar's hopes began to fade. Mawar didn't appear and Wyar was left standing alone feeling increasingly anxious and uncertain.
Just as he was starting to lose hope suddenly Wyar's friends appeared calling out to him and asking him to join them. Wyar hesitated torn between his desire to see Mawar and his loyalty to his friends.
As he walked with his friends Wyar's mind remained preoccupied with thoughts of Mawar. He wondered if he would ever find a way to be with her.
The group of friends walked on chatting and laughing until they stumbled upon a graveyard. Wyar's heart skipped a beat as he gazed out at the rows of headstones a sense of unease settling over him.
Suddenly everything around him began to blur except for one grave in particular. It shone with an otherworldly light drawing Wyar in with an irresistible force. His heart began to pound, his breath catching in his throat.
Without thinking Wyar started to move towards the grave, his feet carrying him forward as if of their own accord. His friends called out to him but Wyar didn't respond his entire focus fixed on the shining grave.
As he approached the headstone Wyar's anxiety gave way to a sense of calm as if he had finally found what he was searching for. But what that was, he had no idea. All he knew was that he was being drawn to this grave for a reason and he was determined to uncover its secrets.Wyar's eyes scanned the headstone his heart skipping a beat as he read the name etched into the marble. His breath caught in his throat, and his heart seemed to stop beating altogether. The name stared back at him a cruel and heartless reminder of what he had lost.
Mawar Giovanni.
Wyar's eyes widened in horror as he stumbled backward his mind reeling with the implications. He felt as though he had been punched in the gut his breath knocked out of him. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Mawar, his Mawar, was...was...
The thought was too much to bear. Wyar's legs gave out beneath him and he collapsed to the ground his eyes fixed on the headstone. He couldn't look away couldn't tear his gaze from the name that seemed to mock him.
Mawar the love of his life the person he had risked everything for was gone. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks crushing him beneath its weight. Wyar's world went dark and he felt himself being pulled down into a vortex of grief and despair.
He was aware of nothing else only the name on the headstone and the overwhelming sense of loss that threatened to consume him whole.Wyar's eyes searched the faces of his friends his mind clinging to the fragile thread of denial
He whispered :No, it can't be
his voice trembling with desperation: It's not my Mawar.
His friends' expressions were etched with sorrow their eyes filled with a deep empathy They spoke in hushed tones, their words like a gentle breeze on a summer's day
yanvin said : Wyar, we're so sorry. It's Mawar's grave. She's really gone.
But Wyar's heart refused to accept the truth. He shook his head his eyes welling up with tears
he said :No, no, no!
his voice cracking with emotion he said : You're lying! You're both lying to me! Mawar would never leave me, she promised to wait for me!
As he spoke Wyar's body began to shake his sobs racking his chest. His friends reached out to him their arms open in a gesture of comfort. But Wyar pushed them away his eyes blazing with a fierce determination.
He shouted: I won't believe it! his voice echoing through the silence.
he shouted :I won't believe that Mawar is gone! She's still with me, I know it! I can feel her in my heart, in my soul!
As Wyar's words faded away the only sound was the soft rustling of the wind through the trees. His friends stood before him, their faces etched with sorrow their eyes filled with tears. They knew that Wyar's heart was breaking that he was losing the love of his life. And they stood there helpless as Wyar's world came crashing down around him.
Wyar don't accept that mawar really leave him he run to her house.