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From just across
the street, the apartment looked different. Not the good and thepleasant type
of differe, no, not at all.it looked gloomy anddesolate, sort of haunted like
those old European mansions in Hollywood gothic thriller films. It refleted the
kind of mood that could not be refletected even by the illumination of the
golden sun, leave alone the reflections of the bright yellowcurtains or dark
tan doors that seemed to have withstood all storms and wars of the taste of
times. Which they definitely have if we go with my definition of the test of
whispered as they strolled by peacefully and harmoniously with the low-lying
branches and the varios handing by the grocery shops and fruit vendors. The
whole neighbourhood of late has never been the same as it used to be. It was
encompassed a frozen solid chill kind of atmosphere like it was mourning. It
has been like that for a while now, like some kind of prop set up for a spooky
Across the street, Diana sat still like the statue. The place was la cafe inn. Her once hot cup of coffee now warm remained untouched, undisturbed unlike the calm of her mind. She starred at her phone placed on the table then across the street to the window of apartment E14. The windows were closed and the curtains not drawn. No hints of life could be detected. Also, they have been like that for a while now.the kitchen window on the father corner was partially corner. And clearly, there are no signs of the effort made to try and mend the brokenness. That spoke a lot.
was not as noticeable, but to diana, everything was in zoom mode.the glass that
had distorted that particular window had missed by an inch. She flinched at the
thought of that.she slightly and tenderly touched her cheek at the memory of
coffe will get cold. Again.”
A skinny looking young boy with sunken and dark eyes that often shied away from attention startled her from her deep trail of thoughts. She looked upto at him and smiled as a way of thanking him for the concern but at that particular time, being thankful was at the very bottom of her list of moods. But you know what they say, the prettiest eyes and most amzing smiles have a lot to hide. The least she could do for this boy was say thank you and look like she meant it. that is what she thought as she caught a group of waitresses at the counter talking in low tones while looking at her. The topic of their discussion was not the coffee she has not touched, and that was evident.
That is not a problem anyway.”
Name tags do save us from some embarrassments. She thought as she vocalized her thank. After all these times of sitting by the same window almost every single day, she had not had the idea nor the audacity to at least to know the name of the boy with sunken eyes. The place was changing from the last time they were there. That too was not registering.
maybe you should go and bring down the door.
starred ta the door of the apartment E14 without saying another word. Simon
collected the bills and shuffled his way to the cashier’s counter. Aminute
laterdiana picked up her bag and coat. Sheadjusted her cotton polka dotted
shirt and her tiny black skirt on black stockingsand ankle heeled boots. She
headed for the exit.
Maybe! but not today.
She has been
crying again and again. Her puffy red eyes and her tear stained face told the
misery for the situation. She sat there quietly, on the littered and stained
couch. The soft and smooth velvety carpet was decorated with decorated with
broken pieces of places and frames while wine stains that spattered like semi
thick ketchup added a finishing touch to the rest of the living room. Torn
cushions and pillows were scattered, furniture pushed and pulled and turned in
all the wrong places. The place looked like a heavenly mess like a scene from
the aftermath of hurricanes and whirlwind combined. A typical representation of her entire mood
in one room. She laughed as the thought crossed her mind. A painful laugh.
tired, unkempt and desolate. She smelled tired, breathed tired till her bones
clicked and clacked with each movement she attempted.
She had on a
baggy Rockstar tee shirt, red in color that barely covered the torn in her
black leggings. Those leggings were once her favorite but looking at them now,
there was nothing favorite about them. Two empty bottles of 750ml of south
African finest wine, cellar cask lay peacefully by her side while one, half
empty dwindled and dangled in her arms. She stared at nothingness and then down
at her tummy. Her eyes strayed and settled on the shattered photo frame. His
smile looked so real, so alive. She could swear his smile was still in place, but
why couldn’t she feel it?
was never broken.
the armrest of the couch, she eased herself up and let the half full, half
empty bottle of wine fall on the couch which gladly took and soaked in the red
contents within its it’s smoothness. Fresh streams of tears formed on her
contoured face. Pieces of the broken glasses caressed the palms of her feet,
but her consciousness was not on the pain of it all. Her mind was set on the
smile and the picture.
felt sobs escaped her sore and tired throat. her nose, speedily, became clogged
as she wiped away the tears with the back of her hand. But, the thing about
memories, you can never wipe them with the back of your hand. It’s just the
physical manifestation of pain, like tears.
“it was not
supposed to end like this.
No baby! It
her sobs looking into the pictures. Holding it tight as if she wanted to feel
something. She did want to feel something, but at this point, she didn’t know
what exactly. Pain came in form of many shapes. She picked up the picture from
all the pieces of fragmented glasses and frames.
freshened-up sobs, his face came back to her for a millionth time and
internally she crouched and felt miniature in stature and mind. But this were
the thoughts that have kept her alive. These are what she lives for now. Little visions of lies. Little flashes and
the thoughts of it could have been different.
Little fictional pleasures. She was not guilty. She didn’t have time for
“you have been
a good friend since day three. You have been a better girlfriend for four years
and I can bet my life on it that you be the best wife…”
remembered. He smiled sweetly as he held her hand tenderly. He got on one knee.
Her eyes had soaked up just as they were now, but with light sparkles and
you have me the honors of making you my queen?”
the last words. That was the last image she remembered of him before her limbs
started to give away to gravity. she felt like the strength and the stability
in her limbs was being sucked b some form of a vacuum. She attempted a few
steps towards the wall. She had barely reached the front door before she fell
down her hand brushing on the lock.
became aware of the cold floor underneath her, she felt the warmth of the
liquid between her thighs. An alarm went in her head. She panicked. The larger
weight of her body was on her left side. she tried to arch her body in a way
that eased her whole being. Moving an inch, she saw her nightmare come alive in
a shade of red. blood.
please. It can’t be! It shouldn’t
herself falling too quickly too loudly into the oblivion.
to flash before her eyes as Ivan’s smile clouded her mind. His face didn’t look
distorted with pain and agony, it didn’t show any contortion of disappointments
or hurt. It was just the full real Ivan she had always known for all those
years. She for a second felt happy. For a second, she felt alive again. She put
her hand in his and he embraced her. His other hand held her face gently as he
always did and stroked the sharp edge of her chin with the tip of his thumb. He
held onto the hand wither freehand and took sharp and deep inhale then exhale
as she closed her eyes and allowed her body to sink.
Kat. Everything is fine”
In a million
years, she smiled, a happy genuine smile hoping, wishing the moment will last
1 Year Ago
his presence being noted, ignorance was not an option. Kat looked at him
pretending not to be pleased at all, a game they both understood so well.
goodness, the devil and his generation of kittens have woken up in one person
rolling her eyes that appeared larger than usual under the influence of dark
make up. She made no effort to get up and say hi to him or show any form of
pleasantries. She looked disturbed in her endeavors to remain focused on what
she was doing.
yourself darling, you know you missed me.”
and hugged him. Well, after admitting to it anyways. .
“and I fucking
hate myself that I did.”
sat at the la cafe inn and waited for their order. They loved thespot.it didn’t
have a whole lot of people and the snacks and food served was amazing. Let’s
not forget. But the main reason they noted the place, who doesn’t love having
eye candies for waiters. The place inspired Katrina to move just across the
Habim, here you go”
was a regular. So, when Habim got in, sally the waitress automatically knew
what she will be serving for starts. She smiled as she placed a cup of dark espresso
crema coffee on the table.
thank you so much”
He took a
sip and closed his eyes savoring every little detail of taste in his glands. He
way I love it”
welcome anyway anytime. And by the way, I’m loving the new scents. It’s
It was like
that was trigger for him to talk about and sally had just brought onto the
world. Kat put her head between her palms in an effort to disappear and come
back when he had done talking.
you. I am telling you this was love at first sight. Would you believe it if I
tell you I can’t remember the name.al I know is that it is not a Shirly may
They all giggled
as that as sally proceeded to the counter. Kat was up again, finally
“do you ever
alone Kat, I am working on my Oscar”
This boy, he
always had answers for everything. Well, something to reply back. Kat couldn’t let it go so easily, but she
laughed it away anyway. Suddenly, a thick cloud of silence hangs loosely above
their heads. It was one of those silences that you would tell something was
about to erupt but it was taking too damn long to do so. Katrina fixed her eyes
on him lightly but inquisitively trying to see past the navy-blue hooded person
seated in front of her a cup of coffee dancing between his palms. His eyes were
on the cup, but it seemed that he didn’t carry his mind with him, just a little
pretense that was slowly wearing off.
you want to tell me?”
innocently but with a hint of concern in her voice. Slightly pushing the empty
plate before aside she inclined and leaned on her elbows. Habim ignored for a
short period of time that was longer than a minute which was the perfect
catalyst to arouse curiosity in her. Habim was not the type to go quiet
especially when questions are asked. He always had answers even if they
answered the questions or not. The thing is, he always had answers.
learned the more in. she stretched out her hand and tried to catch his that was
cupping the mug.
know how to tell you this Kat.”
was suddenly heavy with emotion and his face distorted with furrows from a
know how to tell me something? Is that even religiously accepted? Is that you?
Habimana Almighty, hello.”
joked trying to lighten the mood. she understood well that something had
happened to Habimana. Something bad because Habim had a thick skin. For it to
have aroused these fears, these emotions, whatever she was seeing, it had to be
the apocalypse of their time.
is a first time for everything.”
replied trying to make the smile look as genuine as possible. Wrong move.
it Rob? “
goodness, no way. Rob Robin is as fine as the word itself.”
laughed hysterically for a few split seconds. For him, it definitely sounded
like the world’s most genius approach to get away with mother. Another wrong
move. He suddenly wore the straight face look Kat right in eye just for a moment.
“I am fucked
to agree with him. She wanted to agree that finally he could see the truth,
that it is fucked up. Of course, he was fucked up, that is what he really
wanted to tell him on his face with a large smile and tease him about it. But
that would have been appropriate in another sitting, not this one. This was a
time to be the good realistic friend. So, she hushed up and listened.
Who knows what? Who asked? What are you talking about?”
not control herself as questions began to blurb out. His phone vibrated in his
jumper pockets. He reached for it, checked the caller ID. His face dropped
wearing a mask of sadness.
“talk of the
angel, its Rob. I can’t talk to him.”
He stood up
unexpectedly and started for the exit while completing ignoring Katrina’s
efforts to call him back. As he disappeared through the double wood-glass
doors, Kat took a deep breath. It was like she had been dropped in this foreign
lands and places she didn’t not have any familiarity to. And she was trying so
hard to find the bearing. She thought of the conversation that didn’t bear
anything apart from anxiety, sadness and tears yet it still hangs loosely like
a cloud of misery up their heads waiting to drop any second.
notice Ivan sliding down in the coffee shop couch next to her.it startled her,
for just a second but she snapped back.
as he leaned in closer to her to give her a quick peck on the cheek. She took a
quick breath and gave an acknowledgement to Ivan.
good.im just worried about ivan.”
quietly where Habim had sat a few minutes ago. Maybe he was waiting for Kat to
tell him more on what was going on. He understood what Habim meant to her.
Well, with time he got to understand the deep relation these two had.
“what’sup with him this time?” He asked putting the weight off his head on his two hands and giving her full attention.
DONT MIND THE EXTREMELY NASTY TYPING ERRORS. NOW, LET ME HEAR THE RAW TRUTH…