“So technically, you jumping on conclusions took away from me the most special thing I ever had, something I never wanted to give up, something I never even thought I’d had to let go, something straight out of my wildest dreams, you took it away from me on just a slight misconception…? Scherezade, how dare y…”

“Your Reason and Your Passion are the Rudder and the Sail of your sea-faring Soul.

Therefore let your Soul Exalt your Reason to the Height of Passion

So that It may Sing;

And thus your Freedom when it loses its Fetters

Becomes itself the fetter of

A Greater Freedom.”

Omer’s statement was muffled by Scherezade’s lips on his. She had pounced from the chair, turned to face Omer, her eyes piercing his as his words did her, and she silenced his protests because she finally realized that she was not the only one who was hurt, that Omer had to go through much more than her. Atleast he said he did, and this time it was enough for her to believe. Her hands find their way to Omer’s neck, and then make their way to his hair, ruffling them as Scherezade’s fingers cringe
in ecstasy. Omer’s hands are still by his side, thunderstruck by what had just happened.

- posted by Mumra @ 8:37 PM