(057b - A Lesson On Forgiveness Part 2)
Song of the Chapter: In The Stars by Benson Boone🥺. The song is actually for the later part of chapter. When you start reading that scene, you'll understand.
There's going to be a lot of talk in this chapter between Hilary and her therapist. It's very important that you don't skip anything because, well you'll definitely learn a thing or two. Hilary is already on a path to forgiveness and we gats be there for her 🥺✨.
Also, if you read the last update and don't know who Elyon is, rush down to the BTS FAMILY SERIES and read Eye of the Storm and Stilling the Storm. It's very important- for the nearest future- that you know the characters of those books🌚.
Now, let's dive in😌✨.
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𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘
(Hilary Idara Eghosa)
"Orange Juice?"
Chidera asked me but didn't wait for my response before she started pouring a cup for me. I scoffed out a small laugh, giving her a look.
"You don't have to serve me anything. I'm not a guest here, you know?" I answered her. Now it was her turn to scoff out a peal of laughter, rolling her eyes comically.
"You haven't stepped a foot into this hospital, not to talk of this office in quite a while, Hilary," She said shrewdly. "and I don't know if you are going to ghost me again," She passed me a teasing look when I whined.
"So I better make the most of this little moment we have, abì?" She finished with a smirk and I groaned, averting my gaze from hers.
I knew she was just teasing me, but I couldn't help but feel the need to dissuade her thoughts from that if at all she was being low-key. serious.
"I wasn't trying to ghost you, Chidera," I told her, keeping my gaze fixated on my hands as my fingers nervously tugged on the charm bracelet around my wrist.
"I just needed some time to-"
"Yourself," She finished for me, causing me to look back up at her. She was looking down at me, that soft, comforting smile of her tugged at the corners of her lips, and understanding in her gaze.
"I understand," She said, and I exhaled, feeling relieved that she understood me.
Staying away from Chidera had absolutely nothing to do with her or my sessions with her. She was the best at her job and she knew the exact things she needed to say to me that will have me pouring my heart out to her in a matter of seconds, and then offering her counsel by speaking undiluted truths.
I guess that's what got me terrified. That's why I stayed away. I didn't want to hear the truth just yet, wasn't ready to let go of my baggage because, at that point, it was the only thing closest to my will to keep living. It was my only driving force.
But, It took a while for me to realize that it wasn't a driving force, but the only thing holding me back from healing.
"Thank you for not telling my parents that I've been skipping my sessions," I said to Chidera as she walked toward me. The woman chuckled lightly, handing me the cup of orange juice.
I gladly accepted it, taking a sip.
"It wasn't in my place to tell them something like that," She answered as she settled in her seat, placing her own cup of juice on the glass table between us. "Especially since you were skipping it because of Man!" She hollered, and in a matter of seconds, I was a blushing mess.
She was talking about Simi.
"I wasn't skipping because of Simi," I whined, heat filling my cheeks and running all the way to my ear. If I was lighter than I was, I'd probably be spotting a tomato-red face by now.
"I didn't even mention his name, and you are already assuming that he is the one I meant," Chidera smirked, her perfectly drawn eyebrows turned up in a teasing look. I gave her a look.
"Who else would you have meant? Kizito?" I asked and she laughed, knowing I had gotten her right there.
"Touché"
A comfortable silence settled between us, though I knew it would only last for a short period. I knew Chidera was going to start asking me questions in no time and I'd have to tell her everything that has been going on. That's what I came here for anyway.
"How is he?" Just like I had predicted, Chidera spoke up after minutes of silence. I didn't need anyone to tell me that she was talking about Simi.
I guess he's going to be the beginning of our discussion.
"I want to believe he is okay," I answered with a shrug, my response eliciting a quizzical look from Chidera. Of course, she wasn't expecting that kind of response from me about someone I used to endlessly talk about.
"You want to believe he's okay," She quoted my statement, her tone incredulous. Her expression was quite funny, I couldn't stop the small laugh that escaped my lips.
"We kinda haven't spoken to each other in a while," I told her, averting my gaze from hers.
The emotion in Chidera's eyes shifted from confusion to realization at that revelation. She leaned back against her chair, a thoughtful look in her eyes. I knew it was only a matter of time before she starts questioning me.
Of course, she didn't disappoint.
"What happened?" She asked, and I exhaled, every trace of a smile or joking vanishing from my features.
Such a simple question. Yet, I wasn't sure how to answer it.
"I kinda told him we couldn't be close anymore," I didn't want to go over the origin of my getting into trouble and mum talking to me, so I might as well just start from here.
"Why?"
Another simple question that I didn't have a straightforward answer to. So I just shook my head and sank into my seat, taking a deep breath.
"Do you think he's going to hurt you?" Chidera asked when I didn't respond to her previous question, causing me to seat up immediately at the nature of this one.
"Of course not," I quickly debunked. "Simi will not hurt me," I defended him.
"I know that," Chidera said. "Which is why I'm very curious to know why you'll ask him to stay away from you when you know for sure that he will not hurt you," She sounded so confused.
"Because he's better off without me, Chidera," I answered, and her beautifully made-up face scrunched up in a slight frown.
"Says who?"
"Says me," I replied.
"What makes you think that, Hilary?"
"Because I'm just bringing in more baggage into his already complicated life," I explained, and my therapist hummed. "There is so much going on with him and he doesn't need me adding to it. I'm pretty sure he's even tired of having to look out for me every single time,"
"And did he ever complain to you?" Chidera's question rendered me speechless.
I mean, even if he wanted to complain, would he have?
"Did he ever hint that he was tired of looking out for you? Did his demeanor ever give off that he's tired of being around you? Did he ever say you are too much for him to handle?"
"Well, no..." I began but trailed off.
"Then why are you assuming that that's what is going on in his head when he hasn't given you any reason to think so?" Chidera quirked her brows up as she asked me.
But I had no response.
Chidera laughed softly, leaning forward.
"Let me give you one piece of advice, Hilary," She began and I listened. "Don't ever try to assume what is going on in a guy's mind if they don't tell you themselves,-
Ninety-five percent of the time you might be right, but another ninety-five percent of the time, you are wrong. And in this case, I'm very sure yours is that latter." She advised me, and I sighed again before nodding.
She was right.
"Don't deprive yourself of love because you think you are not good enough, Hilary," Chidera continued, her words digesting and settling in me. "You are good enough. Even Simi knows you are. And I'm sure he misses you,"
"I miss him too," I found myself whispering back. Chidera beamed.
"Good. Now you know what to do," She said and I nodded.
I do know what to do.
"Let's talk about what has been going on with you since you've been staying away from Simi," She changed the topic easily. "You owe me for all the sessions you missed," She said and I chuckled, shaking my head.
Oh, she's going to like this one.
"Jidenna apologized," I deadpanned. As expected, Chidera had not seen that one coming. She blinked back with an expression akin to confusion.
"He apologized?" She sounded like she had not heard me correctly.
"Yup," I nodded, a humorless chuckle escaping my lips. "In front of the entire class," I expatiated further.
Now that seemed to knock the breath right out of Chidera. Her expression didn't give away that she was surprised but the repeated opening and closing of her mouth made it obvious that she was. It was clear that she was trying to look for words to say but couldn't find any.
She was speechless. Just like I was on that day.
"Oh wow," She muttered, more to herself than to me but I heard it.
Yeah. Oh wow is right.
"I mean, I'm not shocked he apologized because from what you have told me about your years together as friends, I knew it was only a matter of time before he'd eventually do that," Chidera leaned further back into her chair.
"But in public? I couldn't have predicted that he'd do that." She was still very much flabbergasted by that little detail, just as I was...
Just like I still am.
"Yeah, that makes two of us," I huffed out a breath, also relaxing against the sofa I was seated on. Chidera quietly observed me for a moment before she spoke again.
"When did this happen and how did it happen?" She asked. I sat up and leaned forward for this one.
"The public apology happened on Monday, but honestly, it has been going on for about a month before then,"
Then, I went into full-blown details about everything. The messages and the letters from Jidenna. The way I acted completely oblivious to his attempts to get my attention when in the real sense it was making me so uncomfortable. I explained everything that led up until this point, every single event that transpired on Monday, relaying it word for word, leaving no stone unturned,
And Chidera listened with rapt attention, taking everything in diligently.
Silence settled between us as soon as I was done, me out of breath from talking about everything at a stretch and Chidera deep in thought. You could tell by the little scrunch of her forehead that the wheels were beginning to turn and she was going to analyze everything I said as accurately as possible.
I'm not sure if I was ready for that, but Heaven knows, I'll never be ready if I keep pushing this away.
This is long overdue.
"So," She began, mimicking my posture by leaning forward, her eyes trained squarely on me. "What I'm hearing is that not only did he apologize to you in public, he also cleared your name in the presence of your classmates, stripping off every single ill thought they have had of you since the beginning of this term, right?" She was both asking and stating it because the response to that was very glaring.
Nevertheless, I couldn't help the small laugh that left my lips at the way she had spelled it all out so deliberately.
"Saying it like that makes me feel terrible for thinking he's just playing yet another game," I told her.
"No!" Chidera quickly shook her head. "You don't have to feel terrible for thinking that way because you have every right to think in that direction after everything he has done to you in the past.-
He hurt you, Hilary. No one is asking you to immediately start trusting what comes out of his mouth,"
"But you trust him," I said. Chidera smiled softly.
"I don't know him more than the things you have told me about him, Hilary," She answered, but I wasn't buying that. I needed to know why whenever we speak about him, it seems she was always on his side.
"Yet you support him every time we talk about him" I countered her, though my voice was calm because there was no reason to raise it. "Like right now, you believe he is not playing games with me like he has been doing,"
"I never said that," She debunked.
"But you are thinking it, Chidera," I shoot back, still keeping my voice as calm as possible. She didn't say anything to counter me back so I knew I was right. And in a way, it sorta stings.
"Why do you keep giving him a benefit of the doubt?" I asked her.
"Because everyone deserves it, Hilary. Everyone, especially Jidenna," Chidera answered, catching me unawares and shutting me up.
She didn't stop talking.
"Because from the things you have told me about your years of friendship with that boy, I can say for a fact that he is not a bad person, and deep down, you know that too.-
-It's just so much easier for you not to admit it, and I perfectly understand why you don't want to. Believe me, I get it."
Now that rendered me completely speechless.
I didn't want to agree with Chidera that deep down, I knew Jidenna wasn't a bad person, but I wasn't sure how to counter her.
For the past three and a half months, all I have wanted was to make myself believe that all the years I spent as Jidenna's friend and girlfriend were a complete lie, and he just showed his true colors when he broke my trust and destroyed every single thing we shared by doing what he did.
But still, I couldn't help but notice the drastic change in his demeanor around that period as well.
Jidenna became a shadow of himself, cutting off completely from the school, a place he always looks forward to going to. He skipped school an awful lot of times, and whenever he came back, he'd look... drained.
He was quieter in class, hardly speaking up like he normally would. He failed his tests, all of them. At first, I wanted to excuse it with the reason that they were recording tests for our class because of finals, and Jidenna didn't just take it seriously.
But I knew Jidenna. Recording or not, he took school tests as seriously as he took his own life. He wouldn't have failed, not if he could help it.
I noticed all of this, more than I'd like to admit. Not because I was watching him, but because it was too glaring for him to hide if at all he was trying to hide it.
And against my better judgment, I couldn't overlook it.
It made me curious.
But I never, never allowed that to override my animosity for him. I made sure the curiosity... and little pity that was beginning to sip in from watching him wallow in whatever mystery he was facing didn't override the magnitude of what he did to me.
I couldn't give room for second thoughts. Didn't want to give any of it second thoughts. I desperately wanted to believe that he is a bad person.
But now? I wasn't sure anymore.
"You know I'm right," Chidera's voice pierced through my thoughts. I looked at her, my eyes meeting her soft ones glistening with understanding. I folded my hand across my chest, not knowing what to say in response.
That didn't deter her from going on.
"And you know deep in your heart that the apology he gave is making you question the reason for your anger and animosity towards him," She stated shrewdly. And again, I didn't have anything to counter her with.
Because she was right. She was so right.
"You don't have to admit it-" She began to say but I shook my head.
"I don't have anything to hide anymore when you keep reading me like a book," My lips turned up in a small smile, and Chidera chuckled lightly.
"Then, talk to me, Hilary," She urged me. "Tell me what's on your mind,"
I exhaled.
What I said was just as much of a joke as it was the truth. I had nothing more to hide before Chidera because she was too good at her job not to figure things out without me having to say anything to her. And I didn't come here to keep hiding my feelings. I was here to talk about them, all of them.
The issue now is where I start.
Anywhere, Hilary. Start anywhere.
"I don't want to believe his apology was genuine," I said. Chidera hummed but said nothing in response to that, so I took it as a cue to say more. "I don't want to believe he feels guilty for everything he did to me,"
"Why don't you want to believe he's genuine?" Was her simple question, a simple question that carried so much weight.
"Because... what if this is just another ploy of his to get in the good books of our classmates?" I asked, and Chidera's brows furrowed in a confused frown.
"How so?
"Putting me on the spot, admitting his wrongs in their presence, apologizing to me in public so that they will see him as a guy that owns up to his mistake, giving him the relevance he so craves. He did it so that I'd have no choice but to forgive him," I rambled on words that came to the tip of my tongue, not sure if I was making sense.
And when Chidera chuckled, I knew immediately that what I said didn't make any sense.
"I'm pretty sure you are the only one that is thinking in that direction, Hilary," She said when her laughter subsided.
"I understand where your thoughts are coming from and they are completely valid, Hilary," She went on. "But if I want to be honest with you, if at all Jidenna apologized the way you said he did, then I don't think it's a ploy,
Because all he did was put himself in a position for more ridicule and hate from your classmates. He didn't just clear your name in front of the entire class, he gave you massive closure," She explained.
"I am not seeing it that way," I didn't want to agree with her.
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to believe he put his reputation on the line for me, Chidera," I answered. The lady exhaled heavily, leaning back against her seat without saying anything.
I took that as an opportunity to go on.
"Jidenna has been obsessed with his reputation at Crestview for as long as I can remember. It's the whole reason why he threw me under the bus in the first place. Now he is suddenly willing to put it on the line for me to get my life back? That's sketchy as hell,"
"Maybe he wants to be selfless for once and own up to his mistakes," Chidera offered, but I shook my head vigorously. That cannot be it.
"I don't want to believe that," I maintained.
"Because it's easier to believe that it's all a ploy and he's still a selfish person?"
"EXACTLY! THANK YOU!" I threw my hands up, happy that she was finally getting me.
"It's so much easier to believe that he's still a selfish asshole that has always cared only about himself than to believe he still cares about me! It is so much easier to be angry with him than to try and wrap my head around or try to understand the reasons why he did what he did to me in the first place!"
It wasn't until I was done rambling that I realized Chidera didn't say anything to stop me or counter me. And when I looked at her, she was smiling back at me, a soft glint in her eyes that I knew all too well.
Oh wow...
"You did that on purpose," I whispered, and her smile stretched even further.
"I needed to get you to admit what the problem really is, and you did," She shrugged. I exhaled, knowing that I have been nabbed.
I said it. Doctor Chidera Kalu is too good at her job.
There was a moment of silence between us, with me suddenly finding the tiled floor interesting. I could feel my therapist studying me intently with inciting eyes of hers, reading me all over again without needing me to say a word.
Perhaps, I'd already said all she needed to hear for her to be able to dissect me.
"Look at me, Hilary," She gently urged. I raised my head to look at her.
"You have every reason to have those kinds of thoughts running through your mind," She began, and I listened with rapt attention. "You were the victim. You were the one who got hurt. You were the one that got your heart broken and your trust taken for granted. Feeling hatred for the one who hurt you is so easy because the hatred would be justified.-
But just because it's justifiable to feel that emotion doesn't make it okay. Not just because of the person but also because of yourself,"
I had nothing to say to that, so Chidera went on.
"The easiest way is not always the best way to go about things, Hilary," She said to me. "Hating Jidenna was easy, but let me ask you," She leaned forward. "Did it make you feel any better about all that happened?" She quirked her brows in question.
I knew the answer to that question.
"No," I whispered, my gaze dropping to the floor briefly. "If anything, I felt like I was carrying a lot of baggage," I expatiated. Chidera hummed. "In a way, it kinda felt like hating him was just an excuse not to hate myself too much," A breathy laugh escaped my lips at that.
"And do you still hate yourself?" She asked.
"Not so much anymore," I answered, and she nodded. "Don't get me wrong, I still feel a lot of regret for what happened,-"
"That's okay," Chidera chipped in understanding.
"-But I have come to realize that I can't really move on and heal if I hold on to survivor's guilt and keep blaming myself. So, I'm working towards forgiving myself totally,"
"Very good. I like this positivity," Chidera commended and I felt my lips stretch in an automatic smile.
"But," My smile wiped off slightly as she said that. "That's just the beginning of your path to healing," She said to me. "First, you forgive yourself,-
-Then you try to forgive Jidenna,"
Now that's the hardest part.
I grimaced, shifting uncomfortably in my seat. Chidera noticed the drastic change in my demeanor and smiled gently, sympathy marrying her features. She knew that this was going to be hard for me to do.
"Nobody said it's going to be easy, Hilary. And no one is going to rush you into doing it," She began, discerning exactly what was going on in my mind. "But you have to choose what is good for you, what is best for you and your mental health.-
If you really want to move on from every bad thing that has occurred in the last couple of months, then you should be intentional about it. Very intentional,"
"I'd be lying if I say I'm liking this," I told her in all honesty.
"That's why it's the hardest part," Chidera replied. "You are not supposed to like it. It's not supposed to sit well with you. It's not supposed to be a cakewalk. But doing it will give you the long term peace of mind you deserve. You want that, don't you?" She asked.
"I do," I nodded.
"Good," She smiled at me with pride written all over her face.
"It's not going to be easy, Hilary," She went on to admonish me. "Letting your hate go and forgiving Jidenna will be tough as hell,-"
Yeah, no kidding.
"-But you need to find a reason," She continued. I wasn't sure what she meant by that so I resolved to listen attentively.
"As I said earlier, everyone deserves the benefit of the doubt. Everyone, especially Jidenna," she repeated. "You need to find a reason to give him one. You need to find yourself a reason to believe that he is genuinely sorry for everything. You need to find yourself a reason to believe that he feels really guilty for everything he made you go through."
"How do I do that?" I asked, lost. "All I have been doing for the past couple of months is trying to bury any reason that will make me have seconds thoughts about him,"
Chidera asked me the weirdest question.
"Have you deleted the numbers he chatted you up with from your WhatsApp log?"
I wondered why she was asking me that.
"No," I answered. I only blocked the numbers and archived the chats, never deleted them. So, they were still on my phone.
"Good." She said. "Read the messages he sent you." She deadpanned, knocking the breath right out of me. My eyes widened slightly.
Oh wow. I wasn't expecting that, and I had no idea how to feel about it.
"- And if you can still get some of the letters, per adventure you didn't burn all of them," I chuckled a bit at that. "You can read those ones too. They might just be the reasons you need to give Jidenna a benefit of the doubt,"
Again, I didn't know how to feel about it.
"Chidera-" I began to protest, wanting to ask her if there was any other way. But she shook her head, cutting the words off from the tip of my tongue.
"Read them, Hilary," She urged me, her voice gentle and soothing, cajoling too. "Do it for yourself. Trust me, it's the easiest part of your forgiveness journey."
I exhaled and found myself nodding in acceptance.
I wanted to heal, so if this was how it was going to be, then I'm ready to do whatever it takes, no matter how hard it was going to be.
Nothing good comes easy.
"One more thing," Chidera spoke up after moments of silence.
"Yeah?" I looked at her.
She leaned forward, looked me square in the eyes, and asked the last question I was expecting anyone, not to talk of my therapist, to ask me.
"When was the last time you visited your brother?"
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My hands were already shaking as I highlighted from the bus.
Everything in me was on high alert. My heart was beating rapidly against my rib cage, and my mind working on wheels as I kept thinking of what I was going to say. But I didn't have the luxury to think any further because I was already here.
I lifted my head as the bus drove off and read the big inscription attached to the transparent iron gates.
ETERNAL PEACE MEMORIAL PARK.
It was the place where Henry was buried.
It was a place I haven't visited since his burial, which made this a whole lot harder to do. But I knew I couldn't keep running away from this, and there was no better time to come here than today.
"You've got this," I said to myself, trying to work up a bit of confidence.
Exhaling, I adjusted my hold on the bouquet in my hands before I began to make my way to the entrance of the Cemetery, greeting the security man when I got to the gate. A cool wind swept over me as I walked inside the open field of tombstones, and I wasn't sure if it was meant to calm me or scare me.
Maybe even both.
You've got this, Hilary. I kept chanting to myself.
Locating Henry's tombstone wasn't difficult even though it's been months since I've been here. The tombstones were all arranged in alphabetical order, so I just had to go to where all the names that began with the letter "H" were.
In no time, I was standing in front of his tombstone, neat concrete and cement with engravings.
(Henry's Tombstone)
"He really loved that verse," I said to myself when my eyes fell on the bible verse that was engraved to the stone, a short breathy laugh escaping my lips.
It was his favorite verse of the scripture and he always sang it like a mantra every single morning. There's absolutely no way we could have forgotten to put it on his tombstone.
I'm sure he loved that we remembered.
I crouched down to the level of the tombstone, replacing the dead flower in the vase with the one I just got with a resolve in my heart that I'd be changing his flowers every month. My fingers schemed over the inscription of his name, my lips tugged in a small smile, and tears welled up in my eyes.
HENRY IDAHOSA EGHOSA.
"H-Hi, Henry," My voice came out in a shaky whisper, a lone tear escaping the corner of my eyes. I quickly used the back of my palm to clean it.
"I'm sorry," I said with a small laugh. "You've always hated to see me cry and I'm doing that right now in your presence. Such disrespect yeah?" I laughed again, the loud sound echoing through the vast mass of land.
I kept laughing till my breath started coming out in short, labored panting. I kept laughing till I began to sniffle. I kept laughing till tears started coming out again, this time in more than trickles, till they started flowing out without any barrier.
I kept laughing till I began to cry.
And I allowed myself to cry.
I let myself go before Henry, trembling as I broke down, my shoulders quaking vigorously as I allowed the tears to run freely down my eyes like a river. My tears echoed loudly and disappeared into the wind, and I brought my hand to my mouth in a bid to subdue my loud cries.
"I-I'm s-sorry," I said, my voice breaking between wails and sobs. "I'm s-so sorry,"
I wasn't even sure what I was sorry for because there were so many. So, I decided to list them all.
"I'm sorry for crying so much, but I can't help it,"
"I'm sorry for not coming to check up on you since August,"
"I'm sorry for everything that happened that day, Henry. I'm so sorry,"
"I'm sorry I'm here and you are not. We were supposed to do this life thing together, Henry,"
"I'm sorry I'm taking so long to move on, because I know that's what you want for me," I sniffed. "I know you wouldn't want me holding on to the things that happened that day. I know you wouldn't want me to keep living in the moment everything changed. But it's so hard, Henry-"
I choked out between sobs.
"It's so hard to live without you, Henry. I Miss You so much,"
I cried some more till there were no tears left to cry. Wails were reduced to soft sobs and subtle hiccups, fading away slowly with the gentle evening breeze that kept blowing with so much serenity. It was as if as the wind blew, all my heartache was reduced into bits and my burdens were being lifted.
The wind blew and I was pulled into utmost tranquility, enveloping me into a quiescent hug that was all too familiar.
His Hug.
I exhaled, bringing my hand to my face to wipe off the tears.
"But I know I have to live," I whispered, smiling down at the tombstone, allowing my fingers to scheme through the letterings again.
"I have to live for you, Henry," I said. "I have to live for Mum and Dad. I have to live for my friends, for Simi," My lips stretched even further in a smile as I said his name.
"Most importantly, I have to live for myself. Because that's what you'd want me to do."
The wind blew again, like some sort of communication and I felt laughter brewing in my chest. A couple of lone tears fell from the corner of my eyes, but not from sadness or regret.
They were tears of relief.
"I will never forget you, Henry," I whispered. "I promise to come to visit you as often as I can, okay?"
"I Love You."
The wind blew for the third time and I got the confirmation I needed.
He's here with me. I smiled.
I left the cemetery feeling a lot lighter and better, happier. It was refreshing to feel something other than sadness, and a burst of happiness that wasn't induced by anyone. This was happiness from within and it felt so good to feel it after such a long time.
Thank you, Henry.
But today wasn't over yet. I had one more thing to do.
After retrieving my phone from my bag, I stared at the screen for good thirty seconds in contemplation, Chidera's last words to me before I left her office ringing like a mantra in my head.
"Call him, Hilary." She had said to me.
So, I tapped on his name on my contact list and dialed his number.
It seemed as if he had been waiting for my call, like he had been watching his phone all day expecting me to call him. That was the only explanation I could think of for the impeccable speed he used to pick up my call. Hell, it didn't even have to ring before he picked.
"Hilary,"
A longing sigh escaped my lips at the sound of my name in his deep voice, reverberating to the deepest parts of my soul and setting my heart ablaze with an unquenchable flame.
Heaven knows, I didn't realize how much I missed him till now.
"H-Hi,"
My voice came out in a breathless whisper against my better judgment, but I couldn't care less. I was speaking to him and that was all that matters right now.
"Can you come pick me up?"
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It looks like our ship is coming back to the surface 🥺✨.
Honestly, I won't put what Hilary said past Simi. I'm very sure he has been waiting by his phone, expecting a call from her. And he finally got the call 😭❤️.
Things are finally going to fall in place, I hope💀👀.
I really don't have much to say, but just know that the next chapter will be all shades of adorable and sweet. Silary is going to dish y'all with all shades of God When and I can't wait.
I don't know when the update will come, though. Things are getting really hectic on my end and I don't even have time for myself anymore fa. I'll try to make it work, but please, no pressure.
Till then, you know the drill. Kisses 😘💋.