*Zareen*

I feel weak.

But the itch is gone.

I want to smile and dance and scream and laugh. But I feel too weak.

“You will regain strength slowly, you went through a high-stressing situation, but you survived.” I hear his soft whisper in my ear.

That is true, I am in his arms, and he is taking me to my room. I want to say thank you, I know I should, but I am too weak. Am I?

Why is it so hard for me to let others help me? Why is it so hard for me ...