My Habibi, the beautiful man next to me. I see the new lines around his eyes, the streaks of grey too. Laila, his princess, the little sunflower he had six years ago. The one he holds and sheds a tear, wondering how he got blessed with such a gem.
I, his queen. The one that meant the world to him, stroking the little lines on his forehead. I see him move as my tear touched his face, eyes still closed, but brows furrowed. As I cry, it's not because of me, but because of him, He once had a candle, with its little light flickering, looking for a new path. I on the other hand, I'm a needle thrown into the sea, with nothing but total darkness around me. I held his hands and kissed his lips, feeling the drugs kicking in. By tomorrow his candle would be gone, lying close to him cold, with my Laila, wherever she is.
He looks so broken and I'm holding another axe, waiting to strike the next blow. Oh my love, I'm sorry.

to be continued....