I remember how i threw myself in harms every single moment... Not a single piece of his body had a fault, i could watch him sleep so peaceful and everytime we spoke, my James burnt my butterflies. Surprised how I'd find my legs embarrassing me at the tone of his voice. What love meant to me was his total existence. I remember having to tilt my phone a little to myself anytime his messages came him. James, my man could be so unpredictable.

His obsession with me was over the top. 

Obsession became deadly.

How could the only person you cherish so much, the one who your soul had utterly been devoted through thick and thin regardless of what they said, want your very life in his plate for dinner? 

Never felt this pain before.

I remembered it like it happened yesterday. 

It was just another day like any other, James rang my phone once, by the second time, i was already smiling at my phone, trying to put myself back on track.I picked by the third time James called but then his tone, he sounded unusually harsh..

"Who THE FUCK IS RAY"

staring at the air confused, "Ray..? Ray...?? There's nothing going on with Ray and I "

how do I explain what never existed?.

Ray and I hardly saw. 

    Ray was a friend of James, they schooled at the same college and unfortunately we all worked together. James introduced me to this man at a dinner we went for at a fancy St.Blues in Spain. 

That day, all i remembered about Ray was his blue tie and white neatly pressed shirt, no hair on his scalp but those beards were thick, full, dark and shining, he wore glasses and of course broad shoulders..his lips were like that of a baby's.. I couldn't care less. He wasn't mine so no much details to my memory.

One afternoon, Ray called in sick in the department i just got posted to at work and begged me to tell James to cover for him at work while i accompanied him home. 

I dropped him off at his Mum's...

It was a old house losing part of its skin, producing tiny, white flakes arranged around the yard, and the shingles on top of the roof were trying to hang on the best they could. 

I took my first step towards the front door walking up the sturdy, metal bicycle ramp, noticing the tiny slots that allowed you to view what was beneath you.

 When I raised my head I realized the front door had a little piece of faded writing that says "home is where i found love" the orange paint was still faded and was starting to show more white but not much. It was as if someone took orange watercolor to a piece of paper. The polished door knob twisted open and there she was, sitting on a well furnished chair, Ray's

Mother, knitting with her shaky old hand. Her smile reminded me of brownies. She wore a read tone sash around her and a flare skirt with old granny cardigan. 

She struggled get the shaky legs to stand. Her hug felt like her lost daugher had now been found.

That was the only time I personally encountered Ray or his mother.

....

"I swear, its only you I'll ever love, believe me i...

 Hello... Hell... Hel.."

I left the office without hesitations to meet my heartthrob, maybe there's a mix up. Maybe we could still fix things.

 Maybe, maybe, just hoping he was pulling my legs.

I got home to meet James after the confrontational call, hoping again that we could resolve everything. 

 "James!" I yelled my name through the coners of our home, I couldn't find him front of the tv or in bed... I thought he wanted to games so i giggled round the house like I just won a luxurious car. Excitement growing stronger and stronger, I yelled louder...

"James!!" " James!!!" "Momma wants you inbetween my legs tonight so bad"

 Wondering if he was even in the house, James appeared out the kitchen with a straight face...

" WHO THE FUCK IS HE! "

 my soul crush at an instant. " oh stop it already James"

 he turned back to head to the kitchen then looked straight at me and said "no one else will have you." A little creep in his tone but silly me was lost already in his thick voice. 

James returned from the kitchen looking like there was something he was hiding at the back of his hand, i couldn't hold the curiosity.

"James? What's at the back of your hand" i felt the needed to ask a little bit harder

 he yelled,

 "NOBODY WILL HAVE YOU!" 

He flunged the knife at me! Oh dear! James! Threw a knife?? I swerved so fast, the knife missed by face by an inch 

 Oh my !.. Tears ran through my eyes as he reached for another.. 

Had no time to tear up, i threw myself four steps at a time towards the door. He reached for my hair to grab, he successfully ripped out my hair from my scalp, i couldn't believe it. Those arms that carested me at my lowest, those finger that went in between my thighs, deep into my soul are the same fingers wanting to kill me in seconds. I pulled harder, kicked, screamed, begged.. Did everything to get out of James's house but my James was so kin into killing me......

Good morning people...

Read read through and tell me who was stupid here, the boy or the girl or both of them ?

And when they were speaking to each other it was like there was nothing wrong in the world, they could never be unhappy or sad in those moments.

One day, the girl texted the boy and he didn’t reply which was most unusual. She tried again but to no avail. Finally, she called him but there was no answer.

An entire day passed and the boy was not available through phone or text. The girl started getting worried that something was definitely wrong.

That second night, the girl couldn’t sleep and stayed up all night worrying and crying. It was then she realized just how much the boy actually meant to her.

The next morning however, she received a call. It was the boy! She was so happy and as soon as she picked up the call…

Boy: Hey!

Girl: I’m so glad to hear from you, what happened?

Boy: I… I was… busy.

[The girl knew that something was off but she couldn’t ask.]

[silence]

Boy: You know what, we should stop this. We shouldn’t talk any more.

Girl: [stunned silence] What? Why?

Boy: Sorry. Bye.

[Boy cuts the call. The girl cannot believe it, it’s as if she has lost a part of her.]

All their past conversations started flashing in front of her eyes.

She started crying, tears were streaming down her face.

She was lost and confused.

She felt broken, sad and alone.

She was standing on the roof and wanted to jump.

He was the one for her, why had he done that?

“Why?!” she yelled as loudly as she could from the roof.

Then she decided she was going to try and win him back.

[She dialled his number]

Girl: Hey

Boy: What did you call me for?

Girl: I need to say something.

Boy: Go ahead.

Girl: I wanted to say just one thing…

[Her voice choked. “He doesn’t care about me,” she thought.]

Boy: Say it!

Girl: Are you okay?

[Silence]

The tears were streaming down her face again. She hung up, and decided to write a note and ran out of the house with it.

[Six hours passed]

[Phone rings in boy’s room]

It’s the girls mom. She tells him that the girl got hit by a car when she was on her way to see the boy and that she’s admitted in the hospital.

The boy rushed to see her.

He reached and took her name, she opened her eyes.

Boy: Please be okay, I’m so sorry.

Girl: Why did you do that?

Boy: I have a heart condition and I don’t have many days to live. I didn’t want to hurt you.

Girl closes her eyes, never to wake up again.