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Syed's point of view.
Why is it so hard? I have everything. A share of the family business, a very forgiving and loving family and a fiancée who most people would kill for…but it's not enough.
I've been lying on my bed for around 5 minutes, just staring at the ceiling, hoping an answer will magically appear there. It doesn't. I spent last night at Christian's, as promised. I made out that the only reason I agreed to stay the night, the whole night, was just a reward for Christian having the courage to walk out his front door but we both knew that even if he had point blank refused to leave his flat I would have stayed by his side, it's what I'll always do.
I think he was shocked that I actually stayed. I may not be an angel in Allah's eyes at the moment but I keep my promises. Well, when I make a promise to him I keep it.
An hour ago I left Christian's. Half an hour ago I got back from Amira's flat. I don't think I've ever seen someone cry so much…except for about 10 minutes ago. I told my mother and father about me, being gay, about me and Christian and the fact that Amira would be leaving Walford in the coming hours. My dad took it surprisingly well, just sat there and nodded. My mother however was a completely different story. She cried, she shouted, she hit and at one point I swore I heard her laugh, I laugh of disbelief I imagine.
I'm lying here and I can still here her sobs and my father's comforting words,
"it will be okay Zainab, he's still our son."
I get up from the bed and grab my newly packed duffle bag from the floor. I bolt down the stairs, ignoring my father's pleas and my mother's insults and slam the door behind me.
I walk blindly through the square wondering where I can go, the answer is obvious I turn around and make my way to Christian's flat. I walk up the flight of stairs until I finally reach the door, I take a deep breath and knock, duffle bag full of clothes slung over my shoulder.
I can't help but smile at the sight that greets me when he opens the door. Christian, with the same lack of clothing as earlier this morning leaning on the door frame with two developing love bites on his chest and neck. I can't help but blush at the memory.
I'm home.
