47. WHY?

"Ask yourself, why?" He signed and stood firm on his foot making Taliya stunned.

Taliya stood frozen in place, her eyes wide with shock as Murad's words sank in. The room seemed to close in around her, the air thick with an unbearable tension. The casualness with which Murad mentioned regaining his memory contrasted sharply with the storm of emotions brewing inside her. She felt the color drain from her face, her heart pounding loudly in her ears.

"Murad, what did you just say?" Her voice came out in a whisper, barely audible over the thudding in her chest. She hoped, desperately, that she had misheard him, that it was some kind of cruel joke.

Murad's expression was serious, his gaze steady and unwavering. "I remember everything now, Taliya," he repeated, his voice calm but carrying an undertone of something she couldn't quite place. It was as if the weight of the world had settled back on his shoulders, and with it, a sense of inevitability.

Taliya felt her legs grow weak, and she reached out to steady herself against the nearest surface. The revelation hit her like a punch to the gut, leaving her breathless and disoriented. The room seemed to spin, and she had to close her eyes for a moment to regain her composure. When she opened them again, Murad was still there, watching her with an unreadable expression.

A cold shiver ran down her spine, and she wrapped her arms around herself as if to ward off the chill. The reality of the situation settled heavily in her chest, pressing down on her lungs and making it hard to breathe. Murad's memories had returned, and with them, the potential for everything to change. She had dreaded this day, fearing what it might mean for them, for their fragile connection.

As the implications sank in, a deep sense of horror gripped her. If Murad remembered everything, then he knew about their past, the secrets they had kept, the promises they had broken. He knew about the mistakes they had made and the pain they had caused each other. The weight of that knowledge was overwhelming, and Taliya felt a creeping fear that things would never be the same again.

Her hands trembled, and she clenched them into fists, trying to steady herself. She felt like she was on the edge of a precipice, about to be pushed off into the unknown. The fear of losing Murad, of him turning away from her now that he knew the full truth, was paralyzing. She couldn't bear the thought of facing that rejection, of being left alone with the ghosts of their past.

Murad took a step towards her, and she instinctively took a step back, her eyes wide with fear. He stopped, a flicker of hurt passing across his face, but he quickly masked it. The tension between them was palpable, a tangible thing that filled the room and made it hard to think clearly.

"Taliya," his hands moved with gentle signs, "we need to talk about this."

The calmness in his eyes only heightened her anxiety. She didn't want to talk; she wanted to run, to escape from the suffocating fear that had wrapped itself around her heart. But there was nowhere to go, and she knew she couldn't avoid this conversation forever.

Her breath came in shallow, rapid gasps, and she felt a cold sweat break out on her skin. The reality of the situation was too much to handle, and she felt herself teetering on the brink of panic. What would Murad do now that he remembered everything? Would he hate her, blame her for what had happened? The uncertainty was unbearable, and it made her feel like she was drowning in a sea of doubt and fear.

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Her throat felt tight, constricted by the weight of her emotions. She wanted to explain, to beg for forgiveness, to plead with him not to leave her. But all she could do was stand there, shaking with horror, as the full gravity of the situation settled over her.

Murad watched her, his expression softening slightly. He took another step closer, and this time she didn't move away. He reached out, gently taking her hand in his. His touch was warm, a stark contrast to the cold fear gripping her heart. For a moment, there was silence, the only sound the faint hum of the world outside their window.

"Why did you tried to kill me," he said quietly, his voice steady and reassuring. "Why?"

Taliya closed her eyes tightly with the fear that was too strong, the uncertainty too overwhelming. She could only nod, unable to trust her voice, as she clung to the fragile hope to run away. She shake the feeling that they were standing on the edge of a precipice, and that one wrong step could send them both tumbling into the abyss.

Murad felt the sudden temperature rising as she walked towards her with harsh steps and held her arms firmly in his grip.

"The best way of ruining people's heart and mind is memories. Want a revenge? Give them memories, as much as you can." Taliya gasped on his low and husky voice looking at him with strange emotions as she raised her hand to graze his cheek but her smacked it down gently and continued.

"Destroy them, destroy their future, while making a past with them. Promise a soul-less present and then vanish, vanish into the thin air. Never come back, but watch them ruining themselves with the memories you gave them."

"That's what you said before pushing me of the roof, right? I remember it all, now, now. I want answers to every question of mine."

"Why did you do this to me? I loved you for God sake!" He shook with the undeniably rage running in his veins.