I looked up to where Leila was standing. As each second passed, she drifted away from me even more. The vivid picture I had of her was dissolving. My memories of her were growing indistinct. I continued to stare at her blurred image until she slowly disappeared from my sight. My caged emotions released into the open air and Leila was gone for good. I felt a sense of relief now. Papa was standing above me. I looked up at him. “Papa, it’s not your fault.” I closed my eyes. Now I could move on.
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