Her hair colour

She's different.

She is the one I want.

Chapter fifty seven

By monisola

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Khalid p.o.v

I closed my eyes and did what dad taught me when I was young.

I closed my eyes as I remember those days when I was still six.

I can still remember the strange language dad taught me.

He said I should say out the words if there is danger and there is no way out.

I could remember his eyes the way he talks and how he smiled at me when I missed out some words.

Tears came out of my eyes, how I wished he was not dead, how...