In the sweltering heat of Lusaka, where the sun cast a relentless glare upon the city, you found yourself a college sweetheart. Amidst the bustling corridors and vibrant lecture halls, your hearts intertwined, and you made a blood oath to be together forever. However, fate had a cruel awakening in store for you.
One fateful evening, as the stars twinkled above the African savannah, you received a chilling phone call. It was your girlfriend, her voice a cold, detached echo through the ether. She had found someone else, a senior more appealing than you. Her words crashed upon your soul like a relentless torrent, threatening to extinguish the flame of love you had once shared.
Overwhelmed by despair, you stumbled into the desolate wilderness. The acrid scent of the bushes hung heavy in the air, choking you with their silent witness to your shattered dreams. As darkness enveloped the land, your mind raced, consumed by a tempest of emotions.
Anger surged through your veins, a fiery inferno that threatened to consume every rational thought. Betrayal clawed at your heart, leaving an unbearable ache that radiated through your entire being. Grief washed over you in relentless waves, drowning you in its suffocating embrace.
In a moment of madness, you returned to your college sweetheart's room. The once-familiar surroundings now felt like a foreign and hostile environment. Driven by a primal instinct, you confronted her, your hands trembling with a mix of rage and desperation.
She met your gaze with a cold indifference that chilled you to the bone. Her previously sweet and loving eyes now held a chilling emptiness. The words she uttered next sealed your fate: 'I'm sorry, but it's over.'
In that instant, a darkness consumed you, a darkness that had been lurking within the depths of your soul all along. You lunged at her, your hands wrapping around her neck with a vise-like grip. As her eyes widened in terror, you felt a surge of satisfaction mingled with a profound sense of loss.
You squeezed tighter, your emotions clouding your judgment. Her struggles became weaker, her once-vibrant body now growing lifeless in your arms. When her resistance ceased, you sank to the floor, your body wracked with sobs.
Overwhelmed by guilt and remorse, you staggered to your feet. From the depths of your despair, an idea filled your tormented mind. Searching for redemption, however twisted it may be, you retrieved a thick rope from the supply closet.
Walking back to the lifeless body of your former love, you wrapped the rope around her neck and hung her from the ceiling fan. As her body swayed gently, a perverse sense of peace washed over you. You had ended her suffering and, in a cruel twist of fate, found your own.
With a trembling hand, you took the other end of the rope and fastened it around your own neck. As you lifted yourself from the ground, the weight of your sins dragged you down into an abyss of darkness.
Your last breath escaped your lips as the rope tightened around your throat. Your once-bright future extinguished in an instant, replaced by an eternity of unbearable torment. And as the darkness consumed you, you realized the true meaning of your blood oath: it was a pact not of love, but of destruction.
