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Tears, tears go away.
Why must you come back almost every day?You remind me of my pain.You remind me of my past...~ Stephany Manfull (Tears, tears go away)
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Loveth was from a good Muslim home. Her father had taught her to do good to others; to prove to the world that not every one of them saw the worse in others or yearned to eliminate others of diverse faith.
Every religion had people who upheld their belief than the Almighty, but Loveth's father taught her not to be like these people. He counselled her and would proudly say he had done a good job alone.
Sadly, Loveth believed she had trampled on his teachings and ruined his reputation.
When she was ten, her mom abandoned her and her two younger siblings (a boy and a girl) with her dad. The plan had been to g
It'd be unnatural to say Loveth wasn't scared, because there was no certainty that their plan would work. A lot could go wrong. The network could become faulty. The others could get scared and either hesitate or go home. The bug could even be discovered by Mr Stanley.She had thought of all the what-ifs; but having them here with her, ready to take the risk, had eased her burden and motivated her.Despite being grounded, Isabelle was here and ready to help. Even though she had misinterpreted the situation when she first found out, she had realized her wrong, accepted it and wanted to help. If it wasn't for Isabelle, Loveth wouldn't be taking this big step.Jemina was truly a good friend. She had always been there for her, never judged her and helped in whatever way she could. And here she was, again, ready to help.Joel had
“Loveth? Loveth!” Jemina shouted at the phone and then turned to the others. “Oh my goodness. What should we do?”They had heard Loveth yawn and then mumble something. Then, the call had ended, causing them to panic even more.“We should, uh, we should...”Isabelle was panicking too much that she didn't know what to do or say.Before she could gather her thoughts, Joel began running toward the house.“Isabelle!” Jemina yelled.Her heart was beating fast as she was unable to move her legs. Loveth was clearly in danger, and she was hesitating, why?“Isabelle!”She finally broke out of her trance to see Jemina had taken off her glasses and was crying.
¶¶The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.
“Joe, I thought you said you had my raisin bread in the fridge?” Isaac turned from the refrigerator as he shut it.“I do,” Joel paused from his conversation with Isabelle to answer.“Well, I don't see it.” Isaac scowled.“Isn't that what Loveth is eating?” Jemina pointed at Loveth, who was sitting on the blue egg chair Joel had decided to add to the living room, courtesy of his friend's bugging him for the need of extra seats.Loveth stopped chewing and squeezed the mouth of the bread's nylon as she faked an innocent look.“Loveth!” Isaac yelled and ran towards her while she got up to run from him, but didn't get far since the room was that spacious.It was like watching a comedy film as the two fought for ownership of the bread.A few days ago, when they had first been invited to Joel's place, they had found it gloomy, especially with the white and black walls, no
When Joel had asked Isabelle if she hated him, at that moment, she honestly had no answer — for him or herself. But the day after, when they arrived at school, she had been sure of what to say.Many times, people did and believed in outrageous things not because they wanted to, but because it's that belief or thing — no matter the source — that gives them a sense of normalcy.There was no doubt Joel had done something wrong by keeping his mouth shut. If he had spoken up, maybe Tope would have led a better life.Or... Maybe if he had, Tope still would have carried on without giving him a listening ear.But they could never really know for sure and it'd be wrong to keep dwelling on the past.If we all could try to look beyond the wrong done and, rather, look upon the apologetic heart — as Loveth had done in the hospital — we'd not only cease to save for ourselves the rot, called 'anger' but also
Isabelle felt stupid as she explained her fear of enclosed spaces to Loveth, who didn't mind and agreed they used the stairs. Since her ankle was healed, it wasn't much of a problem to get to the last floor.They were on the fourth floor, about to continue to the last, when Loveth pointed out something Isabelle had failed to see.“You care too much about others.”Isabelle didn't understand why that was a problem, so she asked her to elaborate.“When was the last time you thought about yourself?”“Wouldn't it be selfish if I always thought about myself?” Isabelle answered, although she didn't fully understand the question.“If you can't love yourself first, don't you know others won't even care about you or how you feel?” Loveth asked. “Sorry to say this,
Eighteen (18). The golden age every teenager awaits. The age where freedom is believed to be offered on a platter of gold. A time when smoking and drinking is allowed; and decisions are to be approved of, even if disagreed with.Emily had been anticipating her eighteenth birthday; but even after it came and passed, she felt nothing. She felt blank. Hollow.Her best friend hadn't gotten her anything and had only come with buckets of apologies. Even her parents, whom she despised, had gotten her gifts as requested. It was obligatory, but at least they had done it.The door opened and she looked up from her phone — where she had been dialling James' number countless times — to see Jide enter through the door with two glasses of wine.Once normal classes had ended, Emily called Jide to pick h
Even in school, Emily did her best to avoid Isabelle.Since she couldn't stand Isabelle's gaze that weighed like tons on her shoulders, she started to sit at the back. She didn't need her best friend of over ten years to feel complete or get through the tiring hours of school.However, the story changed whenever she saw Isabelle laughing with her friends — Jemina, Isaac and surprisingly, Joel. It made her angry, sad and disappointed even.She should have got used to being loved and then abandoned all of a sudden, but each time the pain felt raw and was unbearable.Because Miss Vivian had resigned and the current disaster had made it even harder for the school to find a new lab technician, Mr Jude— their Chemistry teacher — had to take over.The class had ended after the bell buzzed and Emily was still packing her books in her bag when she noticed the sudden quiet t