The Path Back To You

I buried my head into the pillow as I stumbled on my bed and wet it with tears. "Are you finally back from the moon?" Said the female voice mockingly.. Have I asked for too much or believed in a stupid fairy tale? Maybe happiness isn't meant for everyone...

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It was my first relationship; not my first love. Although it does not feel like a fairy tale; like a prince in shiny armour or the Cinderella story; we were happy.

We've been together for months - six months, I guess.

We loved the sunset, it was the only moment we got to meet again after a long day at work only if the work was not hectic.

Nights and a few days of adventurous sex, gifts and vacations.

It all started to fade when we started growing apart. As the white people will say, we fell out of love...

Every night at the end of every call with him I'll always say 'I love you to the moon and back'...

Jade's words of mockery that very night had caused me to weep uncontrollably.

"...Because I don't get it. Why must everyone cry after breakups? Is it not a reason to rejoice for the restored freedom and enjoy being single? Is it the sex or the gifts you are set to lose?" Jade rant.

"Stop it, Jade. I'm not a sociopath. If you can't ease my tensions please leave and let me be." I cried.

"Suit yourself " She said and left the room slamming the door.....

I can't tell the tale of how I have someone like her as a roommate who has always been my best friend.

We have been together since high school; we graduated from the same university but work at different firms.

Never have I ever known Jade to be in a relationship nor heard her talk about having feelings for anyone. She would let the men know that she would be available for just a night and stupidly they all run into her arms.

"Men are trash, they are meant for disposal " she would say....

Everybody knows that women are to lose their value or integrity if they have more than one partner but it's the other way round for my dear friend as she will always cause these men to come running again with pleas, but she will never give a second chance......

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My period of brooding was finally over, I was back to my normal shape, energy and ways of life.

I was about to leave for work when I heard a quick bang at the door... "Aunty Jọláadé!!". The voice came from the door. I recognized it and rushed to open the door.

"Mummy Ẹnitan, kíni ó ṣẹlẹ̀? (What happened?)". I asked curiously as I saw her panting.

"My husband is terribly sick and I have no transport fee to take him to the Basic Health centre. Please, Aunty Jọláadé, can you help me with your car?" She pleaded tearfully.

I couldn't resist her tears as she begged for help. She already looked pitiful as she was the only one who had been seriously caring for her two teenagers.

Sometimes I wonder why she still cares so much for such a man as her husband who lost everything due to his arrogance and infidelity.

I dashed into my room picked up my bag with the car key and followed her as she assisted her husband to walk into the car.

I dropped them at the hospital, gave her the sum of five thousand to buy everything necessary and drove to work...

Apex Insurance has been reaching for the top nonstop. I've joined the firm as a potential worker for the past five years and I've been one of their most industrious workers.

As the personal assistant and personal secretary to the Managing Director I know every detail about work; what comes and goes.

A lot of influential men and women in the business sector and beyond have privately insured their lives and properties.

Nevertheless, everyone was welcome to join the list of our clients.

I rushed into the office that very morning; headed toward Mr. Richard's Office, the managing director whom I found attending to a young man whose face was a bit familiar.