When Love Becomes Forbidden

today. Not anymore. She looked at the photo frame one last time, then carefully placed it in the drawer, hiding the memory as she a

in order, Moza let her body fall onto the bed. She lay on her back, staring blankly at the ceiling

liar with, a space where she could express emotions she couldn't articulate in the real world. Th

support, empathetic messages, and encouragement f

too. Thank you for

alone; I'm h

ifully written

y hold her heart. Those words felt like a warm embrace she desperately needed. Even though the real world was cold and empty, this virtual space offered a glimmer of ho

th encouragement and thoughtful remarks. Someone who always sent private messages, checked in on her, and offered unwavering support.

Moza opened the mess

and I hope you stay strong. I'll always be

fore she felt something rare-a small smile forming on her lips. It came unexpectedly, as

The scars of the past, the feelings of loss, and the bitter memories that haunted her seemed impossible to erase. Yet, in this virtual space, far from the judgm

t explain-something that made her heart begin to heal, even if only slightly. She replied to th

iends. Thank you for

lightly from her heart. It might have been just a simple message, bu

onal tension that had built up, or perhaps it was the relief of finally fe

out realizing it, her eyelids began to close. Her thoug

in a long time. And at that moment, Moza knew that even though she still felt lonely in the real world

*

ing her room. Her chest rose and fell slowly as the remnants of a fading dream lingered. The cold night air crept onto

window broke the quiet. Moza exhaled softly, trying to shake off the drowsiness still clinging to her ey

sluggish steps, she left the room and headed toward the kitchen. The house was dark, the lights already tur

fully pouring water before lighting the stove. The blue flame flickered with a loud click, bringing a bit of warmth to the ro

he previously cold and quiet atmosphere now turned eerie and unsettling. Moza didn't dare turn around. She sha

something-or someone-was standing there, silently watching her. The chill crept up her spine, making h

unted," she whispered faintly,

yes landed on a broom leaning against the corner of the room. Carefully, she reached for it wi

r body froze. Cold sweat trickled down her temple. The silence grew

her in the darkness. And Moza could only