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...when his eyes opened  the clock showed eight in the morning,  the first thought if the morning was the bitter memory of the night before,  sleepless night and  headache and heavy eye lids from crying,  he had come into the room  after the night had passed,  on the eastern horizon  the mix of divine lights  were starting to play  in the leftover of the last night's darkness,  but she wasn't even there  at least  not for him   who was the reason for her to be there,  she was completely forgotten  with all her attributes  of beauty  and presence,  no greetings were exchanged  no  explanation for being late no excuses  were given,  he was about to fail down from his wheelchair trying to get into his bed ,  there wasn't any glances  of proximity , dressed in heavy  bridal  sge cane forward to help him,  sitting on his bed he flung her hand off

These are  cheap tactics of you middle class girls,  you can't fool me  enjoy,   life as Mrs sheheryar,   feast and party and have fun , stay away from me,   your fake sympathy is not needed,  leave me alone , he wasn't himself or from his eyes fire would have  burned down the woman heavily clad in bridal  looking at him  in surprise  to a standing pile of ashes