And that was enough for me.

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And with that, I was satisfied with Yasmine Farid's pen... She was fragile inside, so fragile that she thought she would fall in love with the first person who told her about his love, but her heart wanted to take the difficult path without giving her the right to choose; so she realized with time that love has no value without its suffering, and the more painful the love was, the longer it lasted. A love that did not resemble her overwhelmed her, a love that did not know mercy. She kept resisting it time and time again before she collapsed. This love is like a unique melody played by a musician who does not care. The melody is that state we live in, and the musician is fate, he plays whenever he wants and the stories begin, he stops playing and the stories end.