Remember the man's words…
He closed his eyes, and suddenly transformed into a small bird, flying out of the room searching for her car in the parking lot. He spotted her as she got in and quickly followed her home.
The house was spacious, surrounded by a green garden where the nanny was playing with the children. As soon as Sarah got out of the car, the kids ran toward her. She hugged them tenderly while he watched from afar, hiding behind the trees, stealing glances and listening in:
Adam: Where is Dad?
Sarah: He's in the hospital.
Eva: Is he okay?
Sarah (with a sad smile): Yes, your father is a strong man.
From behind the trees, he kept watching them. His heart started pounding. He thought about approaching them. He took a step forward… but suddenly stopped when he saw a car approaching from afar. He hurried to hide among the branches.
He watched the car stop, and his surprise grew when he saw the doctor who was treating him at the hospital get out. Sarah's expression suddenly changed. She looked at the nanny and said quickly:
Sarah: Take the children inside immediately.
Then she stood waiting, eyes wary, heart unsettled. The car stopped, the doctor got out, and approached her. From his hiding spot, he eavesdropped…
Sarah (with suppressed anger): I told you not to come to my house again.
Doctor (calmly): Don't worry. He can't leave… and he doesn't remember anything that happened.
Silence fell, but the eyes spoke volumes… There was something between them. A look that wasn't free of longing, or maybe pain. Her eyes began to glisten with tears, then she whispered with a trembling voice:
Sarah: I want revenge on Yusuf… a revenge that will never be forgotten.
Doctor (trying to soothe her): Calm down… I will do what you ask, but for now, just calm down.
A heavy silence hung between Sarah and the doctor, as if time itself had stopped. The wind whispered through the trees, and the scent of flowers in the garden mingled with the bitterness of the conversation.
Doctor: Your revenge on Yusuf… Is it for what he did to you? Or for what he did to himself?
She looked at him with eyes burning with rage, and said:
Sarah: Don't ask me "why." If you were in my place, you'd have burned down the whole world for both of them… then rebuilt it with your own hands, just to protect them.
He moved closer slightly, as if trying to offer her a hand in drowning, but caution guided his steps.
Doctor: What Yusuf did is unforgivable. But… Sarah, you're playing with fire. Remember, you are stronger than you think, but anger sometimes blinds us…
She looked at him for a long moment, then turned her face away, as if afraid he might see her breaking inside, and said in a choked voice:
Sarah: He doesn't remember… Do you know how painful it is? To bleed every night because of his disgraceful actions, while he wakes up in a hospital bed not even knowing who I am?!
At that moment, from behind the trees, "he" was still watching, hearing every word and every sigh. His throat dried, and his expression changed… shock, confusion, then a gnawing guilt tearing at his heart.
He muttered to himself:
"Yusuf…?"
He said it like it was a stranger's name, one he didn't know but feared.
Scattered images flashed in his mind like lightning… a bright light… screams… a hospital corridor… and his hands stained with something he couldn't explain.
He placed his hand on his head, as if a storm was raging inside his skull, then staggered backward, nearly falling.
In the garden, Sarah felt something… She turned toward the trees, glanced briefly, as if her heart told her he was there.
But she hesitated… then turned back to the doctor and said—
At that word — "Tonight" — silence fell again.
The sky was wearing a faint gray hue, the sun preparing to set.
Something in the air had changed… as if it was a night unlike any other.
Sarah stood firm, her gaze steady, though inside she was quietly breaking.
The doctor left without another word, only casting one last look… like a farewell or a mysterious promise.
Behind the trees, "Yusuf" sat on the ground…
His hand on his head, eyes fixed on Sarah, his heart wavering between the illusion of forgetfulness and the sharp blade of memory.
He whispered to himself, his voice hoarse:
"What have I done?"
Then…
The doors of the house closed.
The doctor vanished into the evening shadows.
And Yusuf remained alone, with memories beginning to slowly open the door to hell.
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