"The days, they are more sadder than nights.
Atleast, we don't need to hide our darkness in night,
which is in hidden in the days by the bright light."

♤

The first light of dawn troubled Baraq's peace. He sniffed around, trying to caress the ground around himself to know where he was. His fingers came in contact with grainy sands making it slip from his hand and flashback hit his head as he realized where he was.

"God," groaning he pulled his upper body to sit straight as he sat straight he saw himself out if the cave. Fear settled deep in her guts making him out a shuddering breath as he sighed aloud and rakes his hand through his hair closing his eyes.

Not knowing what to do, he leaned his head on his arms, tucking his knees inside his chest. A call in the back of his head rang making him draw his eye brows together. He had forgot something. Creases formed on his forehead as he tried to remember something, but couldn't remember it all.

His hand slide into the pocket of his waist. His fingers came across the small chain like thing, pulling it out gingerly. He examined it and realized what he was forgetting.

"How could I forget it all?" Letting out a puff of breath he teleports himself to Layla's house.

Standing in the middle of the living room, he jerks his keffiyeh and secure it around his face.

Out of nowhere he feels the eerie coldness surrounding him. Something inside his guts was telling him, that something is wrong. Baraq was already terrified from the previous night actions and the sudden chills only added more spice to his pain.

Groaning, he roughly roamed his hand on his face and slowly began to walk to her room. His steps were slow, but steady. Cold sweat drops slid down his temple as he walked into her room. Tilting his head he peaked inside, trying to forget those expressions of those statues.

Huffing aloud, he knocked on the door aggressively tapping his foot on the floor. The truth was Baraq was horrified from the loneliness. It's not like it was first time he was alone, but never in his life he felt his guts telling him to run away from this abundance of people from his life. He hated the churning of his guts.

His fingers shook as he rattled another knock on the wooden door making the door slightly open. Opening it, he stepped inside of the room only to find the duvet with which he covered her, on the ground.

His slow steps stopped near the duvet as he picked it up, gingerly. Shaky fingers curling around its edges as he examines it. Something in the back of his head was telling him that, this wasn't something normal. Layla was an elegant lady, even in her anger she would never be careless.

Something from the duvet dropped down, near his foot making him keep aside the piece of cloth and pick up the thing. It was gold ear ring, the simple one. Curling, the his fingers tightly around the earring he slid it into his waist's pocket as his eyes instantly filled up with tears. Wiping his eyes with the back of his hands, he exhaled loudly and cleared his throat. A lump forming in his throat as he opened his mouth to call her.

"Layla, s-see I found your earring." He stopped in the mid feeling helpless on the churning of his guts, he don't know why he was crying.

"Maybe, you threw the blanket on the floor while finding this, right? I have it now. Come out, Layla." His voice wavered on the end as he harshly knocked on the bathroom door, but there was no one inside.

Running out of the room, he hastily climbed up the stairs stumbling twice on the same stair. Letting out an 'oof' he called her while opening every room's door.

"Layla," he pushed the door open of her brother's room where he found that black veil, but that room was empty too.
Sighing, he hurried put of the room to another one. Stumbling inside of that room he found it empty, too.

"Quit playing hide and seek. Come out, now!" He grumbled feeling heavy pressure on his chest. Going on to the rooftop he examined it whole as the sun shone brightly in the morning. He always kept track on her activities and he knew she never goes on her work, this early.

Climbing down the stairs, he huffed aloud while his long fingers let loose his keffiyeh as he felt suddenly hot. Sliding into kitchen he tried calling her but then gulped down his words on realising it was empty.

"Layla, come one. I am tried now." He hissed a breath coming back to the living room and stood in the middle.
"Might be work," he assured himself and goes into her brother's room for a shower.

"Just come back soon." He muttered under his breath as he took out her brother's hoody and a sweat pants.

Stripping away his thob he emptied it and took out her pendant and earring. Wearing the pendant in his own wrist and her earring in his pinky finger, which didn't quit fit right. He stood under the shower, letting the cold water relax his muscles. Sighing aloud, he raked his hands through his hairs feeling a fragment of comfort settling into the core of mind.

Tilting his head, he stared into haze trying to think hard, what was the statues about? The people of his village feared that cave, there was no way they did it. Then how did there were so many statues and one of them was missing. Not to forget he fainted inside of the cave them how the hell was he sleeping on the outside. A frown marred on his features as he thought hard and sighed on having no answer to his questions.

Shaking his head, he decided to keep tye topic aside until Layla returns.

Tutting he wiped his body carefully with the fluffy towel so that he don't break the pendant and the earring. So much for the hate.

Slipping into hoody and boxers which he found in one of the drawer of the cupboard, he slid into it quit easily and patted his covered hips feeling a little uncomfortable. But, it was the first time he was wearing a boxer. Baraq couldn't even care about how it was her brother's clothes, he just liked being fresh.

Running hands through his wet hairs he sighed and slipped into the sweat pants. Walking to the dressing table he examined himself, long forgotten the thought about statues and Layla. He looked handsome, just the long scar made him unable to look presentable.

Roughly, wiping his long hairs from the towel, he let his hairs rest on his shoulders and carefully slipped the pendant and earring in his hoody's pocket. The click of the door broke his trance making him snap his head up.

Exhaling, a relaxed breath, he hastily climbs down the stairs and began blaming her for carelessness.

"Layla, what is this? Atleast before leaving you should have left a note for me or something and the ear ring you was finding was in the duvet itself. Don't be so hasty next time." He rambled out his own theory of her finding her ear ring.

When, he finally climbed down the last stair and slowly looked up to see Layla there, his eyes narrowed. Because it was Hafsa standing in  the living room and not Layla.

"Where is Layla?" He instantly let out an hiss and straightened his spine trying to intimidate her. Guts churning ugly in his stomach. Eyebrows frowning hard as he curled his fingers into a fist.

"There she is,"

A/n: I don't know where this story is going, anymore.