"I love the way you make me feel…" were the lyrics of one of Prisca's songs playing loudly from a Bluetooth speaker.A young, dark fellow about six foot two was running on a treadmill. His name was Chukwudiri Daniels, but he was widely known as Diri. He was a man of fine figure and a very handsome one for that matter."Bro," another fellow called. His name was Jeffery Peters, a light-skinned chap with a killer smile. His father, Mr. Madu Peters, was a millionaire and a big name in the city of Lagos. He was a fine man who lived off his father's wealth and was also, a "hot cake" among the ladies."Please play something else," he continued, "you have been playing this Prisca-girl's songs for a long time now. Let's listen to something else.""It's Prisca or nothing bro," he replied."Jeff, he said she's his dream girl," Kevin, a slender-looking fellow said, laughing out loud."No offense Diri," Jeff giggled, "Let me ask you a question, why do you like this Prisca-girl so much?"Diri, st

Although Prisca was inactive on social media, she couldn't help but notice messages swarming into her DM. She ignored them at first, thinking it was one of those people who just wanted to mock her. The messages kept on coming, every morning, some afternoons, and every night, before she goes to bed. She read the messages one day and she burst into happy tears. The messages were heart-warming, but her sadness was too strong to force a smile on her face. Diri constantly reminded her of his love for her person and her music. He would sometimes send her some of her songs he listens to whenever he feels sad or depressed. He kept telling her that he loved her and was waiting to hear from her.Prisca was very amazed even though her face didn't show it. It felt nice that someone still cared about her despite the shit she was going through. Nevertheless, guilt and grief had a strong hold on her soft and feeble heart. A kind and sympathetic message didn't make much of a difference. It didn't

Early the next morning, Diri picked up his phone to send his usual texts of hope to Prisca. He saw a message notification from Prisca's DM.It read: Hello good morning, I am very grateful for the messages you keep sending to me. It's good to know that someone out there still cares about me. It really means a lot. I love you very much❤️.Diri felt his eyes were playing tricks on him. He read the text over and over again. So filled with excitement, he didn't know when he started jumping on the bed and making joyful noises.He rushed out of the room and climbed down the stairs to the sitting room. "Kevin! Jeffery!" He called.The duo turned quickly toward his direction, wondering what would make Diri act in such a manner."What's the matter, dude?" Kevin asked,"She replied, man, she fucking replied," Diri answered excitedly."Who replied?" Jeffery asked as he took a sip of hot coffee."It's Prisca! She replied to my texts at last," Diri answered.Diri handed his phone over to them, sti