“I have to go now.” Hayley said.
“Aww not already.” A frown touched my face.
“I know. I don't wanna leave. I wanna stay here forever, wrapped in your arms.” She frowned, too.
I patted the spot inayofuata to me that she had just gotten up from.
“Sorry Joshie, but my mom's gonna send out a tafuta party for me if I don't come nyumbani soon.”
“I'm sure she can wait for a few minutes...our hours.” I hinted.
“As great as that sounds, and trust me that doe's sound great, I can't not tonight anyway.”
I sighed. “I'll miss you.”
“I'll miss wewe more. But just think, tomorrow morning I'll come over and we'll go out and celebrate our anniversary.”
“We could go to the park.” I suggested.
She smiled. “Yeah, enjoy Franklin's beauty.”
“Can't wait. upendo wewe Hayles.”
“Love ya, too.” She quickly kissed my lips before dashing from the room.
__________________________________________________ July 7th, 2007
That was the memory that killed me the most. It was etched in my brain permanently. That was July 16th, 2006, the very last time I saw her alive.
“Josh.” A knock on my door snapped my focus back into reality. “Jenna's here.”
I half jogged to the door, and nearly ripped it off it's hinges.
“Jenna!” I pulled her into a tight hug.
Once I let go, she crushed her lips to mine, but quickly pulled away completely aware that my mom was standing somewhere close.
“Come on in.” I stepped aside to make room.
She walked in and sat down on the couch. I shut the door, and slowly went to sit beside her.
We stayed as far apart as possible, avoided eye contact, and glued our eyes to the TV.
“Well I think I'm going to give wewe two some privacy. I need to go to the market, and pick a few things up anyway. I'll be back later.” My mom said.
I waited for the sound of the click of the door shutting.
“So what's up?” I moved closer now that I was sure it was just us alone.
“I really need to tell wewe something. I don't know if it's too soon, but I just can't hold it in any longer.”
“Just tell me what it is.” I alisema impatiently.
She dropped her gaze to her hands. “I – I upendo you.” She confessed.
My moyo stopped. I wanted to be able to return those three words, but it would feel like a betrayal of the heart. My moyo belonged only to one person, and it always would. Hayley is gone, that I know, but I can't seem to just songesha on her.
“I'm sorry Jenna, but – ” I took a deep breathe and was about to continue when someone suddenly appeared standing behind Jenna. I struggled to breathe as I looked at the familiar person. “Hayley?”