Magical Realism

Somebody's Someone - Chapter Two
Day by day, Khand felt the grip of his feelings loosening. He realized that, despite how present he had been, Yennia had never truly prioritized him. So, he began to live for himself. He went out more, laughed a little louder, and met new people. He started to feel a bit lighter. One evening, while hanging out with his brother and his brother's girlfriend, they mentioned a friend he should meet—Zahra. At first, Khand hesitated; his heart still felt the echoes of Yennia. But after some convincing and arm-twisting from the couple, he agreed. His brother's girlfriend reached out to Zahra on Khand's behalf, and they ended up talking on her phone. After a brief conversation, Khand gave her his number. Over the next few weeks, they talked and decided it was time to meet. Their introduction was effortless: they exchanged genuine smiles, engaged in easy conversation, and felt a spark of curiosity. In that moment, Khand realized he wasn't dwelling on his loss with Yennia; instead, he was captivated by the possibilities that lay ahead with Zahra. It felt as though this was the day they had both anticipated their whole lives, and from that moment on, the match was made—it was just the two of them. Meanwhile, Yennia's life was unraveling. The man she was so attached to was mistreating her more openly, and she had lost her job because of him. Her finances were dwindling, leaving her with just a few hundred dollars. In a familiar panic, she dialed Khand's number. He didn’t answer.
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