A guy, a girl, six weeks, one house.
If one day is enough to change a person's life, then six weeks is more than enough for Zayyad, 23, and Beverly, 19, to fall for each other.
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Zayyad returns from the United Kingdom, a not-so-fresh graduate who...
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The pilot makes an announcement concerning taking off and I fasten my seat belt, take my feet off my slides, and relax in my seat. In an hour and a few minutes, I'll be back in Abuja.
Zayyad doesn't know about my plan to pack my belongings from his penthouse and go over to my parents' to spend the rest of my holidays because if I want to face the truth and be honest with myself, in a situation like ours, it's best I leave.
I didn't consider Seun's house because he's pathetic. It's been more than two weeks since he and Zayyad fell out, and when I think of how myself and Zayyad were reaching out to him instead of him reaching out to us and apologizing for the amount of stupidity and immaturity he displayed that day, I become enraged from nowhere.
He made me feel so guilty, I thought how he acted was right and that I did such a terrible thing but as days went by, I realized he was plain stupid and irrational.
Yesternight, Zayyad showed me a text from my brother asking them to meet up and it was funny because it reeked of him admitting his stupidity and I don't know if that's good or bad since Zayyad and I are almost not together—there's a thin line holding us and that has to be Zayyad still being in denial.
Speaking of not being together, the seat beside me is empty, he's supposed to be sitting there but yeah, he's not. When he returned from the kitchen yesternight after getting me the drink and chocolate I'd been craving, he told me he wasn't returning to Abuja with me.
It was unexpected but not surprising, he didn't give me an actual reason, and I'm glad he didn't because I was tired of them, all he said was "Things need to be taken care of" and I had asked no further questions.
The ride to the airport was quiet, more like sad, to be honest. We said no words to each other, only the radio played and it was Asa's album which consisted of slow songs, like Bibanke, Awe, Subway and they were playing back to back like they were recorded to make us feel worse.
His left arm wrapped around me and my head rested on one of his shoulders and we remained like that until we reached the airport.
I checked in and he waited with me 'til it was boarding time. There was a long embrace when it was time for me to go. A thousand emotions flew around with how he held me and said "I love you so freakin' much and whatever happens, it's never going to change how I feel, okay?"
"Okay," I had replied and a forehead kiss, his favourite habit, was the last contact before we parted.
I can still smell his perfume on me and it makes me feel sick, not in a bad way, in a way that all my feelings are chilling in my stomach and I don't know which one to attend to; the angry one? The sad one? The hurt one? Or the one that makes me want to stick around even though he goes on with the marriage, because I know I still have all the power in the world to emotionally and physically keep him away from her.
