Zephir
Ahira and I sit in the dinning room of the tent assigned to us, both of us pretending to eat our food in silent. “So, are we going to pretend everything is fine or do you want to tell me what’s going on with you and Zeya?” Ahira’s light voice shatters the silence and brings me out of my thoughts. “I would if I could Ahira, but with ……
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