FIRA’S POV

Every hour was precious to me and him. I gave all that I could. I let him do what he wanted.

Everything.

He fell asleep on my top, hugging me so tight as if he did not want another man to steal me away from him. I looked at my wristwatch on the side table. It was our watch that he brought me during our date on Freedom Day. It was 2 in the morning. The sky was slightly bright.

My tears were rolling at the side of my face while touching the back of his head. I was stroking his hair in a gentle way.

“No matter...