Serena
There isn't a lot left to say. I guess happy endings can happen, but the struggle to get there isn't always that straightforward.
It wasn't that easy. And I wouldn't wish it was. Because that made it worth it.
I glance down at my hand for the umpteenth time that day. The small circular stone set on a silver band.
I'm twenty six...so that's seven years. Seven years since...
I never have and never will regret any of that.
"Serena, are wewe even listening to me?!" Kayla shrieks from the other side of the dressing room door. "Come on! You've been in there, what, fifteen dakika now?"
She graduated a mwezi ago. Plans on becoming a clothing designer. Suits her, really. Fashionista.
I step out of the irritating small room.
"I say take that one..." she mutters.
"You think so?"
"Twirl," she orders. Tired of arguing, I comply.
Yeah, wewe guessed it. The afore mentioned fashionista is planning my wedding. And since this afternoon, thrusting dress after dress after dress at me.
I like this one, though. Silver and sleevless. Better yet, no ostentatious stuff.
"Great. We're taking it," she beams.
"Fantastic. Now I'm getting revenge and forcing wewe to try a multitude of bridesmaid dresses."
"Yay!" she squealed.
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When it comes to love, our reasons aren't based on reason au logic at all.
wewe don't need a reason to upendo someone. If wewe tried to say why wewe loved them, wewe wouldn't reach the end of the orodha anytime soon. wewe can shorten it, but there's no way to say it all.
wewe can tell if someone cares. Because of the way they touch you, like there are no words.
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I was sitting in the place Kayla had sat three years ago, against the wall, looking out the window. After helping me carry a dozen odd shopping bags home, she had collapsed on the couch. Ash was with Shaun, they'd gone to see a movie. Probably on the way nyumbani right now.
My thoughts wandered, so I didn't notice them coming nyumbani until he sat down inayofuata to me and asked, "What are we looking at?"
I didn't get to reply, because he pulled me into his lap, and kissed me. God, I upendo him.
"I upendo wewe too," I said, when we resurfaced for air.
There isn't a lot left to say. I guess happy endings can happen, but the struggle to get there isn't always that straightforward.
It wasn't that easy. And I wouldn't wish it was. Because that made it worth it.
I glance down at my hand for the umpteenth time that day. The small circular stone set on a silver band.
I'm twenty six...so that's seven years. Seven years since...
I never have and never will regret any of that.
"Serena, are wewe even listening to me?!" Kayla shrieks from the other side of the dressing room door. "Come on! You've been in there, what, fifteen dakika now?"
She graduated a mwezi ago. Plans on becoming a clothing designer. Suits her, really. Fashionista.
I step out of the irritating small room.
"I say take that one..." she mutters.
"You think so?"
"Twirl," she orders. Tired of arguing, I comply.
Yeah, wewe guessed it. The afore mentioned fashionista is planning my wedding. And since this afternoon, thrusting dress after dress after dress at me.
I like this one, though. Silver and sleevless. Better yet, no ostentatious stuff.
"Great. We're taking it," she beams.
"Fantastic. Now I'm getting revenge and forcing wewe to try a multitude of bridesmaid dresses."
"Yay!" she squealed.
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When it comes to love, our reasons aren't based on reason au logic at all.
wewe don't need a reason to upendo someone. If wewe tried to say why wewe loved them, wewe wouldn't reach the end of the orodha anytime soon. wewe can shorten it, but there's no way to say it all.
wewe can tell if someone cares. Because of the way they touch you, like there are no words.
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I was sitting in the place Kayla had sat three years ago, against the wall, looking out the window. After helping me carry a dozen odd shopping bags home, she had collapsed on the couch. Ash was with Shaun, they'd gone to see a movie. Probably on the way nyumbani right now.
My thoughts wandered, so I didn't notice them coming nyumbani until he sat down inayofuata to me and asked, "What are we looking at?"
I didn't get to reply, because he pulled me into his lap, and kissed me. God, I upendo him.
"I upendo wewe too," I said, when we resurfaced for air.
I slammed the car door shut, and faced the school.
"Have a good siku sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my vitabu to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
"Have a good siku sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my vitabu to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.