Abdar stood at the terrace, with a cigarette between his lips.
He draws it out with his fingers before dragging a puff. His other hand clutched the railing, so tight that his knuckles turned almost white.

The night air ruffled his hair as he looked down. He kept thinking over and over about what happened in the bathroom with Haneen today. But he couldn't bring himself to believe that he was at fault here.
Everytime something like this would happen, he would always end up thinking maybe he had pushed her too hard.