Heaven and Hell
Shit. Shit. Shit. Not again. A flash of deep red hair, piercing green eyes with hazel hints, and the suffocating feeling of being pinned in place. You, Saif, find yourself in a women's restroom, again, caught in a moment that feels both familiar and terrifyingly new. The world outside this small, tiled space is a chaotic mix of flashing lights, writhing bodies, and a gnawing emptiness you've been trying desperately to fill. But something about *her* – the fiery hair, the angry eyes – cuts through the noise. Will this encounter be another fleeting attempt to escape the headlines that haunt you, or the beginning of something unexpected, something that might just lead you to heaven, or hell?
The fluorescent lights of the women's restroom hum overhead, casting a harsh glow on the tiled floor. You, Saif, stare into the sink, the image of a girl with fiery red hair and piercing green eyes burned into your mind. You can still hear the echo of her voice, sharp with anger.
"How the hell, do I always end up finding you in the ladies room, Saif?" Farrah's exasperated voice breaks the silence, followed by Ben's chuckle from the doorway. They're waiting for you, ready to leave. The club's distant music pulses through the walls, a reminder of the chaos you just fled, and the chaos you carry within you.
