This is Me.

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Warning

This chapter contains triggering content. Read at your own risk. Note, I do not in anyway support or condone homophobia. The slurs used here are just for the purpose of this chapter.

Idara

I checked the time as I sprinted to the park where we were meeting. My sweatpants wore me down as I approached.

Wearing sweatpants on a sunny day in Nigeria wasn't the brightest thing to do, because God abeg.

As I wiped sweat from my brow, lifting my shirt and using it to dab my face gently, I turned and caught a group of girls staring at me, mortified they had been caught; they looked away

Ew.

I rounded a corner and there she was, pacing, lost in thought.

My breath caught in my throat as I took in her appearance. A soft breeze blew the chocolate brown and gold mermaid braids which framed her dark face. I loved her summer aesthetic so much.

I stood there taking a second just to admire her. The afternoon sun bounced off her forehead, a light coat of sweat covering it.

Her bronze belly piercing and waist chains dangled and shone in the evening sun. She had on a brown crop top and faded black dungarees which she had left to dangle.

Her self designed Vans creased as she paced, deep in thought apparently.

She turned and our eyes met, my light brown meeting her dark ones. Her doe eyes glistened and shone as recognition filled them.

My babe, guys.

As she walked over to me, the sun hit her at just the right angles, causing her slightly sweaty skin to shine.

Sunkissed cocoa type shit. Once again, my babe guys.

“Babe,” I drew out, reaching in for kiss. She shifted back, opening her arms awkwardly for a hug.

‘Sorry, not my babe. Meet my buddy ol' pal,’ my subconscious mocked me, owing to the Dami's stiffness.

I scratched my head in confusion, leaning into the hug nonetheless.

She drew back quickly awkwardly clearing her throat as she removed my hand from where it lingered on her shoulder.

Okay, something was definitely up…

“Um…this is hard for me to say…but I think we should…end things..”

Eh?

I could feel my heart racing as I stepped backwards, taking in her expression to see if this was another of her ‘’break up' pranks. I awkwardly laughed but stopped abruptly, realising she was dead serious about this.

"Eh? W--wh-at di-i-dd you s-say?" I stuttered, hoping it was my mind playing tricks on me and this wasn't really happening.

This can't be fucking happening.

I was so confused but I was trying to stay calm as my mind raced with thoughts. Wondering what could be making her act this way. I brought my hand up to her face, reaching for her cheek and she jerked from my touch as if I was fire. Damn.

Ouch.

"Dami,what do you mean by we have to break up?" I asked, scrunching up bushy eyebrows.