*Zareen*

I feel his presence and his eyes on me again; the winds whisper to me his location, and I know he is not far. I don’t understand why, but I want to cry every time I am around the new visitors. How are they supposed to help me? How are they going to set me free?

He is gone again, and I sigh. I can’t help but feel helpless, although I am not going to show them that side of me. This is my burthen to carry.

“Hello…” His voice stuns me, at the same ...