The Final Phase

Flight

I close the door quietly behind me so as not to wake her. My thoughts and emotions all jumbled up.

I can't bring myself to do it.

For the first time, it felt so wrong. I stared at the closed door for a while.

Already missing the softness and warmth of her body...

I was planning on going all the way, but seeing her laying on that bed looking innocent and vulnerable, i just couldn't bring myself to do it.

"That was fast" I pursed my lips at the sound of the voice.

Why was he lurking around the hallways at this time? This close to her room.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" I turn to him.

Imran shrugged like a child, he is clearly drunk from what I can see. His wavering form and glassy eyes.

"Was heading to my room when I saw you sneaking out of yours. Got curious so decided to trail along"

"So you were trailing me?"

His eyes widens comically at my disposition. He is always so inquisitive and curious.

"No o... Don i no fit na"

I scoffed in annoyance walking away from him and the door, i heard hurried footsteps behind me.

He wants to tell me something. I just know it. Whenever he acts that way, following me around like a lost puppy, begging for the owner's attention, i know he has something to say.

"Spill" I said not beating around the bush.

"I should have told you when you got back"

"What is it?" getting annoyed by his presence already.

"It is about your girl"

I stopped walking.

"Go on" I said not turning to look at him because i have a feeling i was not going to like what he was about to say.

"Don, don't waste your time on that girl"

I turn around with a cool expression on my face, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I never interfered in your private life Imran, i don't do that. Why are you so concerned about mine?"

"She is only stringing you along" he said adamantly.

"Explain?"

He let's out a dramatic sigh, as if he was about to drop a bad news.

"She is with someone"

I burst into a fit of laughter at his statement. He watched me in confusion as i laughed uncontrollably.

I just couldn't help it.

Feyi, with someone? Was he trying to pull my legs? Because he was doing a very bad and dangerous job at it.

Not in this life.

Who would even dare?

I tried controlling the laughter but it just kept coming. Soon I got myself together before looking at a frowning Imran.

"Imran you need to stop pulling my legs, you know that is not possible"

"Have i ever joked or lied to you?" he asked sounding vexed.

"You are drunk" I stated the pure fact. The alcohol must be messing with his head.

"This has nothing to do with my alcohol intake. You know when I speak, i speak facts. I have proof and-"