28/02/2024
"I love you, Peter; I cannot survive without you in my life. We will fight for your freedom. I will do everything possible until you come back to me." These words echoed in Peter's mind, a lifeline in the storm of his despair.
He slumped onto the cold, unforgiving concrete bench, the weight of his circumstances pressing down on him. Just days ago, everything had been different. Jaber, the love he held dear, was gone, leaving him with a hollow ache that no amount of fighting for his innocence could fill. Anger, a natural response to injustice, eluded him. He was simply too lost, adrift in a sea of disappointment.
A young man approached and settled beside him. Peter glanced over, his initial curiosity turning into a guarded wariness. This newcomer carried himself with an unsettling ease, as if untouched by the harsh realities of their surroundings.
"Why the scrutiny?" the young man asked, his voice smooth, his dark eyebrows quirking upwards. He paused, the half-unwrapped chocolate bar in his hand forgotten.
"There's something... different about you," Peter muttered, his gaze lingering on the stranger.
The young man shrugged, nonchalantly taking a bite of his chocolate. "Different how?"
Peter's mind raced, searching for the right words. The audacity of this man, relishing a treat while others barely scraped by, gnawed at him.
"Would you like some?" the young man offered, extending the chocolate towards Peter.
Peter recoiled, his voice barely a whisper. "Are you mad? Do you want the guards on us?"
