Thy Will, Not Mine

Chapter {22} Destiny

Before I could caution myself, I called him, "Nio!" His long strides stopped as he quickly turned around almost giving me a whiplash from the speed he possessed in that one turn.

He stood still with a single quarter-cut eyebrow raised as I just stared at him and as usual he was looking dashing, in an almost all-black outfit, his white shirt standing out from his black leather jacket. He cleared his throat making me snap my attention back to him and grow embarrassed from being caught staring. I cleared my dry throat and moved forward to talk to him.

"Hi," I said smiling a tad bit, still embarrassed from what had happened a mere minute ago.

"Amore, what can I do for you?" He asked in his accented tone and that's when it hit me. If he called me love then what did he call Samantha?

Before I could get myself into a thinking daze, I answered, "I just wanted to check up on you." I shuffled my feet staring down at them.

"Why?" The question in his tone was as clear as day as though he had forgotten that he had lost someone very close to his heart. Maybe I was being harsh but what was he even doing here?

"Because you just lost the love of your life in such a short space of time," I lifted my head and saw no emotion showcased in his steel grey eyes, they looked as cold as ice and as lifeless as a dark abyss but I knew that he was hiding his emotions from the world to appear strong whereas in reality he was breaking apart.

"I'd like to not talk about her," he replied his gaze solely focused on the learners before him but not staring at them but rather into space. There was a finality in his tone that stopped me from pushing any further.

"Okay, how was your weekend," I asked before I could stop myself from asking such an absurd question, of course, he would not be fine, a week had barely passed since Samantha had been given a beautiful and memorable sendoff.

"It was fine, but could've been better," he shrugged his shoulders still focused on something that seemed to be bugging at his mind.

"I can understand, it is not easy to lose a loved one," I sighed trying to somewhat encourage him.

"And how would you know?" He darkly chuckled and I would've been offended had I not known of the pain he must've been going through so I have a smile.

"How about we meet for coffee later tomorrow and I will tell you all about it," I offered a smile not throwing caution to the wind though I felt like I would be talking to a total stranger about my whole life but Nio wasn't a stranger, he was a friend and my secret crush so I could tell him but that's if he even agreed to do so.

"Okay," he answered with no hesitation or even contemplating it, maybe he just needed a friend and God saw me befitting enough to shed some light and positivity in a life that might have looked black and white in his eyes.

"Great, it's on me, meaning you will not pay a single cent," I pointed out as he shrugged in response.

And that was the last I saw of him for the rest of the day as I cocooned myself with work and assignments I had to submit and before I knew it I was waking up the following morning.

The sound of my alarm didn't seem too annoying today as I was in a jolly good mood today and I still couldn't figure out why.

I opened my bible asking the Lord to reveal to me what he wanted me to know on that splendid day, and my eyes landed on the book of Proverbs chapter 3 verses 27-29 and it shook me to the core as it just spoke specifically to me;

Withhold not good from them to whom it is due when it is in the power of thine hand to do it.

Say not unto thy neighbour, Go, and come again, and tomorrow, I will give; when thou hast it by thee.