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Hello everyone! I'm soooo sorry I took so long to post again! Here's for the delay !
OH and btw, Reem is Omar's best friend. She's also Haifa's best friend. (just to clear up so there's no confusion)! Enjoy ;)

I wake up to the fuzzy image of knocked over Prozac bottles, a ripped-open plastic needle case, and to a blurred outline of what looked like Rose.

The words were still stuck in my head.
“Face the reality , reality, reality, reality, reality, reality, reality, reality, reality, reality, reality, reality.”

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Almost 2 years ago

“Omar, you can’t do this, you don’t know how she feels about you!!”

“REEM! I DON’T GIVE A SHIT ANYMORE! 5alaaaaaa9 magdar, I’ve waited LONG enough.”

“Omar, trust me, you don’t wana do this. I’m your best friend, but I’m Haifa’s best friend as well. I want what’s best for both of you, and just trust me when I say this, you DO NOT want to do what you’re about to do.”

“Why? Why do you think it’s such a bad idea? I have to let her know how I feel.”

“Bas. You’re only going to end up hurting yourself!”

“La 7ilfi bas? How exactly?”

“JUST DON’T DO IT! BAS OMAR! THINK ABOUT THIS AND DONT BE IRRATIONAL! BASIK 3AD! THINK!”

“No, this is the one time I’m not going to listen to you. I want this, I need her in my life.”

“FINE! Do whatever you want! But don’t make me say I told you so!”

“What the HELL is your problem? Why don’t you want me to do this?”

“What the hell is my problem giltlee? Okay Omar, go over to Haifa’s. Tell her how you feel! DO IT! It’s SUCH a GOOD IDEA! Go!”

“OKAY! I WILL! THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT!” and I hung up. Hay best friend? A best friend wants what’s best for you. This is what I want, why doesn’t she want it for me as well? A5555 I just don’t get this girl sometimes.

I picked up my phone. Menu, Messages, New Message, Text Message. To : Reem. I’m sorry about earlier, I was rude, but I have to do this. You know how I am, lama a7i6 shay in my head, I won’t stop until I get it. If you really wana stop me, give me a good reason not to do what I’m about to do.

I hit the shower, changed, sprayed on some perfume and hopped into my Mercedes.

Haifa’s parents were out for the weekend, so I knew it would be fine for me to head over.

The 15 minute drive felt like it was 15 hours, with my heart pacing along with every engine rev, but I finally got there.

I checked my phone one last time before I got down, but still nothing from Reem. No message, no missed call. I feel like shit about what happened earlier, and I’m starting to have a bad feeling about this. Bs 5ala9, I’ve come this far, and I got into a fight with Reem over this, I’m not going to back out. I walked towards the door, and stood there. I was scared to knock the door. I didn’t know what I was going to say, or do. I haven’t thought about this, at ALL.

I took a deep breath, clenched my fist, and just as I was going to knock the door, something caught my eye by the window. I looked through, and saw something I never thought I’d see in my life, ever.