He’s a murderer. And she was starting to forget that he was.

Habibi was for friends and love that was real enough.Hayati was when love became an all-encompassing thing. Deeper and deeper, until one became the other’s life.Roohi was when a soul twined with its match and loved with the force of a thousand suns. When it slipped beneath the heart and tangled in the very fibers of an existence.

You'll have me. No matter how thick the night, I will always be there to light your way.

Should I sing prettily while I slit your throat?

There were moments before moments, in which the world was framed in startling clarity, a defined before hurtling toward a horrible after. Moments in which the powerful were powerless, in which promises became failings.This was such a moment.

It was hard to do good when it would be shadowed forever by his wrongs.

What was the point of a throne and a crown and the power it wrought, if he was powerless?

It was a feeling unmatched, to be sought by another.

There were moments before moments, in which the world was framed in startling clarity, a defined before hurtling toward a horribleafter. Moments in which the powerful were powerless, in which promises became failings.This was such a moment.