My Dad used to say that things happen for a reason, and as a doctor, who knew about human physiology, I believed it. We get sick, not because our body just wants to be infected, but something is causing it. So, my being here has to have some kind of meaning. At least, hopefully.
"Your head hasn't been here Einith" Amira softly says beside me.
"hmm?" I turn to look at her, the mortar and pestle still on my hands.
Amira wipes her hands on a cloth, and she touches my arm. "Hey, are you okay?"
I nod "I'm fine. I really am."
Amira scoffs. Looking closely at her with her hair in disarray and dust on her face, you'd never thought she's a princess of a nation like this. I'd never thought that someone royal would be like this.
"Now, you're staring at me as if I'm not real" She smirks at me
