Some people like to say “everything happens for a reason.”

But I think that’s bullshit.

Was there a reason the love of my life died in a car crash at 23?

I didn’t think so. I told you. Bullshit.

Eric and I were the type of couple that beat all the odds.

We made it through long distance. We made it through moving cities. We made it through the death of his mom. Through all the change, our love was one constant I could rely on.

Our routine used to go like this;

I’d wake up at 6:45 in our shitty little bed in our shitty little apartment in NYC.

He’d already be up, of course. He’s an early bird.

I used to hate mornings.

I could hardly drag myself out of bed to the smell of the breakfast he was making me.

Now I stumble out of bed right away. There’s no use trying to stay longer in a cold, empty bed, all by myself.

I’d go to work, be home around 5:00.

Eric didn’t get home until 6:00, so I’d make dinner.

Lasagna was his favorite. I always complained about how much work it was and didn’t make it enough.

If he was still here I’d make lasagna every night.

After dinner, we’d watch TV, or play video games, or read our books. Always in the same room.

Sometimes we wouldn’t do anything, just sit and talk for hours. Eric was always great to talk to.

Her phone rang, it was Tunde her boyfriend requesting her presence in his house for a little fun. She first request for transport fare which tunde did not hesitate sending her 10,000 naria. Immediately she took her bath, put on her mini skirt and half-cut cloth that showcase her boo**, put on a good perfume that no one could resist then she locked her apartment door and immediately head to the bank to withdraw the cash. After collecting the cash she hired a taxi straight to tunde house.

The entrance of tunde house was filled with rose. Immediately she opened the door tunde grabbed her, he has been waiting for so long, really in the mood, he carried her like a new chick,straight to his bedroom. Immediately he dropped her on the bouncing bed, she bounced hitting her head on the bed headboard. She lay helplessly on a pool of blood, she could see tunde laughing. He dragged her by her legs to a room painted red filled with black and yellow candles and a big wooden idol painted black mounted on the center . It was then she realized that Tunde wanted to use her for ritual after 6 years serious relationship. She faded little by little, she could see the idol crawl towards her......

 'WHAT' Rose jumped out of the bed sweating like a drenched rat.Thank god it was a dream. That was all she could say long before her phone rang. She peeded at her screen in fear.It was Tunde!!