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I couldn’t find words to describe his noble act.

“Andrew! Andrew, no! Please don’t die on me, no Andrew, please!” I begged, realizing that it wasn’t only his chest that had been burned as he hugged me. His wings were also broken, for he had taken the fire ball that his mother had shot towards me. He’d sacrificed himself. For my sake.

“Maya!” he breathed, then coughed blood out of his mouth, causing me to cry out in horror as I watched his soul fading away right before my eyes.

I hovered on top of him, unable to touch him, even if it was the only thing I would die for. I knew that if I touched him – I would only hurt him even more. I couldn’t find words to explain how this was hurting me; it was such torture.

“Andrew, please! Don’t die on me.
Everyone
dies on me, please don’t!” The sensation I felt inside of my heart was too much, too much; it was draining me. I was being gutted, I was being skinned alive, I was being tortured. I couldn’t take it. I screamed and screamed. His name once and a ‘no’ another time. I couldn’t accept the fact that I was losing him; it couldn’t be.

I saw Andrew reach with his hand as if he wanted to touch my cheek, and he tried to offer me a small smile. “Don’t cry, My Beautiful Angel. Your tears are too precious,” he whispered.

I gasped.

Rose is a loved mother, wife, and a stay at home lawyer. Writing is her passion, and reading is her obsession. Music is her best friend and sarcasm is her speaking trend. One of her joys is bringing happiness to others and her biggest wish is that they stay true to one another. Through her stories, she wants to spread nothing except understanding, peace and love.

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Thank you to the following individuals who, without their contributions and support, this book could not have been written:

To Sandra, for being the best friend and the best sister, I love you more than love. Thank you for making me laugh even when smiling was not so easy to do.

To Adriana, for keeping me sane with all of the crazy talks.

To Widad, Wennie, Wendy, Kholoud, Jaana, Zeinab, Maheen, Michelle, Susan, Terri, Sahar, Joan, Adriana, Carol, Isherna, Leah, Sheri, for listening to all of my rants, and assuring me that ‘It’s going to be okay’.

I love you girls more than I can explain, and I wouldn’t know what I would’ve done without your constant help.

To my parents, my kids and my husband, for being my reasons for living.

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