“Don't look at me that way, you are important, I already told you, I understand you. I know what it means to lose the people you love. I have lived it. It's still fresh that terrible day when I lost mom. I still cry, I remember her and I get a lump in my throat. Hold back no more, cries Rashid. You'll feel better" he whispered.

He shook his head and then got up, the last thing he heard was the slam of the door being slammed shut. He sighed on the sofa. Although the progress of things yelled at him to retire and leave him alone. He didn't, he advanced towards his room, he stayed on the outskirts of the bedroom. Behind the door, he intended to knock, but entered hearing it so broken, he just couldn't leave it like that.

I had never seen him so broken. He was crying uncontrollably like a small child, a child who needed to be cuddled, who was urged to whisper in his ear that everything would be okay. That was what the girl wanted to convey, support and company.

They were on the ground, Vi