STILL LOVE YOU: PART TWO

“Sophia!’ he shouted in agony. They both panicked and quickly separated from each other. Chris walked out heartbroken in a down casted spirit. Sophia chased after him but he drove off before she could come close.

          “Oh my God! What have I done?” She scowled, filled with regret.

          “Sophia, who his he?”

          “Please Frank, it’s no time for questions, you have to leave now.” She perturbed, joggling her legs.

           “But why?”

          “Leave!” she roared like an angry lion into his face.

          “Okay…” He nodded randomly and walked out. Another round of tears began to pour out, followed was continuous gushing out of catarrh from her angry nostrils.

          After she was done crying and agonizing, she went to visit Chris, to apologize, and explain the picture of what he saw. She took her time to look beautiful as it is one of the reasons why he loved her. But when she got to Chris house, he was not ready to listen to any of her apologies. He turned deaf and chased her out of his house. Followed with a serious warning never to step her foot in his house forever, else death with be the option

          She went back home a furlong fellow dejected and continued in the terra firma of tears, Where tears had originated She loved Chris from the depth of her soul he had showed her love. He had become the flower that never fades away her shining light in the corridor of darkness, always there for her when she needed. There is no way she would stop loving him.

          Her friend, housemate Cynthia also went to apologies to Chris on behalf of her friend, but what she experience made her to took on oath not to step her foot there again The threat and anger of his face is enough to respect yourself, save your life and remain in your shell Sophie looked slimmer she lost weight she had no appetite of food. Each day she remains in her chain of tears and pain. Her friend became a loquacious because of her situation. She talked and talked to her to let go off Chris and not to killed herself because of a guy who is not ready to accept her back. But she would listen she kept pouring blame on herself that for her stupidity Chris has abandoned her.

          One evening, she stood close to her window and looking through it in her bedroom. She was burial in the several thought of how Chris showered love to her

There first sex which was a parading of pleasure, the way they played together at the pool, his touches and kisses ,going to watch movies at cinemas ,his expensive bouquet of flowers. Her heart clumped in sadness. Waves of sorrow slapped her face. She looks down casted and neglected. She began to cry again like a baby deprived of breast feeding she sang in throere swollen with tear.

          “It’s okay, love.” “It’s okay.” Cynthia said in a meek tone and pulled her together “you’ve cried enough.” “I’m afraid your eyeball will rip out of its socket” She hugged her. Cynthia looked as if she wanted to join her in the table of tears but she held it.

          “What have I done to deserve this?” “Is it a crime to love?” Sophia wailed, still in tears. “Haven’t I done enough sacrifice for my wrong?” poor Sophia.

She looks humiliated.

          “It’s okay, love. It’s okay.” Cynthia consoled, putting her on the back and wiping off her tears with the back and front of her hand. “It’s good you’ve cried for your pain.” “You can’t kill yourself.” “After you are done crying, you move on.” “It is time to move on, love.” Sophia nodded like an agama lizard as Cynthia dried her tears.

          On the day of Chris birthday, Sophia made a special birthday cake for him. She paid a professional cake baker to baker her best cake. She made the cake to win back his love. She took the cake to him, and to her shock; he smashed the cake on the floor, stepped on it and rained beating on her body. He had warned her never to come to his house and she summoned the gut to come with a ‘buff day’ cake. Who told her he was interested? Sophia went home humiliated. It was done for her- that ended her love for him- their love became a rotten Egusi soup that hade not be heated for three days-broken into piec: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">          “It’s okay, love. It’s okay.” Cynthia consoled, putting her on the back and wiping off her tears with the back and front of her hand. “It’s good you’ve cried for your pain.” “You can’t kill yourself.” “After you are done crying, you move on.” “It is time to move on, love.” Sophia nodded like an agama lizard as Cynthia dried her tears.

          On the day of Chris birthday, Sophia made a special birthday cake for him. She paid a professional cake baker to baker her best cake. She made the cake to win back his love. She took the cake to him, and to her shock; he smashed the cake on the floor, stepped on it and rained beating on her body. He had warned her never to come to his house and she summoned the gut to come with a ‘buff day’ cake. Who told her he was interested? Sophia went home humiliated. It was done for her- that ended her love for him- their love became a rotten Egusi soup that hade not be heated for three days-broken into pieces of glass that cannot be mend- it became a miscarriage that cannot be recovered. It was obvious and clear in her eyes that she is no longer wanted. The hand writings are written on the wall.

          “It is time to move on Sophia.” She confidently whispered to herself

“You wan kill yourself?” Indeed it was time to move on.

          Chris slowly walked inside. He walked close to her and gently touched her shoulder. She palpitated and turned to him. To her amazement, she saw Chris. Her face wrinkled with surprise.  She became quite and cold inside. Chris bent down and picked up one of the torn pictures. He started at it. She melted gradually like a burning candle and then trembled. She remained speechless. Slowly he let go off the half picture, dried her tears with his hand planted a kiss on her succulent lips. “I STILL LOVE YOU.” He said and wrapped her.