Drowning

The words of her heart flowing in ink stain the blank pages. Tongues tied, lips shut yet her words scream through her eyes- penetrable. The heat from her gaze burns his doubts, cripples his fears and leaves him hanging to the very utterances she makes. He is drowning in her world.

Louie glanced through the misty window pane. The torrents of rain knocked haphazardly on her roof. It was a stormy night yet the darkness that came with it was silent. The kind that would make you bask in its serenity than rush for a lamp. Maybe, it was this that kept her soul at rest. It was this comforting feeling that tears could freely take a slide down her cheeks. It was the knowing that so long as her heart was inside, her hurt would be invisible to the world. Maybe that was why she liked the darkness. This dark, sneaky darkness.

‘Louie,’ her brother called from the hallway. ‘Nesta is coming’

‘Yes, come in’, Louie responded to the knock on her door. Nesta enters and their eyes meet. He freezes for a while. She always had this effect on him. Her calm countenance, silent spirit and unperturbed nature always did the trick. Today however, her silence was unusual, too loud for his liking.

Louie is hurting and she knows it. Hurting from the pain of having to let Nesta go. But how was she going to explain that she had cancer? Would he even want to spend the rest of his life with someone who had barely three months to live?

‘Nesta, I want us to break up’

‘Why’; he asked.

‘Nothing. I think I might have just fallen out of love with you. If there was an entrance, then it shouldn’t be so hard finding the exit.’

‘Louie, lies were not made to be told by you. What really is wrong?’

She wanted to give up, yearning to tell him the truth yet she couldn’t. It was sheer wickedness to keep one bound to you when you know you won’t be around the whole time.

‘Nothing, Nesta. I just feel what we have isn’t working out,

‘Louie, come here, look straight into my eyes and tell me you don’t love me.’

Louie stood from her bed, walked towards the door and stared in his eyes. The words of her heart flowing in ink stain the blank pages. Tongues tied, lips shut yet her words scream through her eyes- penetrable. The heat from her gaze burns his doubts, cripples his fears and leaves him hanging to the very utterances she makes. He is drowning in her world.

She was a Goliath but today she had met David.

Like what you read? Give Nana Ama Thelma a round of applause.

From a quick cheer to a standing ovation, clap to show how much you enjoyed this story.