Shimmering Sands chand sifarish jo karta hamaari;

تمہاری

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the moon had grown brighter when he lost zooni, like it had taken the light from her soul. little wonder she had made the night lovelier with her presence. he could admire it, but he could not, however, the bile-like jealousy that rose in his throat to see it.

it glittered upon the sand, turning each and every grain into diamonds. a beach of gems, all scattered about. once upon a time, he would have relished in the beauty. but now, rehan kicked it up like it was nothing, small puffs of silver-gold erupting behind him as he trotted down the beach with no place to be--

no place to really want to be.

his whole life had been constructed around duty, missions. but with the failure of his last, that existence was over. it had ended in a whimper, not the bang he'd always wanted. he would have rather died by bloody violence than face this fate, on the run, indefinitely. probably forever.

so the moon was lovely, the sand and stars were lovely;

but rehan was not lovely, and worse than that, he had no one with which to share his misery.