Rashid
Over the course of the next few weeks, I engulfed myself with helping Zayed with his travel plans to the States. It wasn't much, but it kept me preoccupied just enough to push my thoughts aside for a little while and focus on something trivial that had little effect on my life.
Zayed didn't need much help, aside from the paperwork that came with being granted a travel visa, but he seemed to enjoy the company of it anyway. A surprising fact that had me questioning his sanity altogether.
My anger had slowly started to subside into deep melancholy which had come on quickly and with hardly any warning of its onset. Whatever part in the grieving process I was at, apparently, I'd moved on to the next stage of it without meaning to.
I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not but I t
