Essence P.O.V.
Over the course of 6 months, two changes took place in my life; I increased my prayers and devotion to God, and my body underwent a positive transformation.It's been 6 straight months of mourning, grieving, no social media, not contacting anyone except for my cousins who came to visit me and stayed with me for the past 3 months. They all respected that no one should actually contact me. I had cried so much that I didn't know how to continue living anymore. My mother was everything to me and she is gone now, I knew she was sick for a long time and the doctors had confirmed it was cancer, but I had my hopes, but they never lasted. My dad comforted me, even arranged a special therapist for me, of which she was a big help to me.
Now, as I stand in front of the mirror, I caress my white hair strands that remind me of him, my only friend who no longer wanted to do anything with me. That did hurt me to the maximum, to the point I don't think if I can ever recover. For a long time, I was worried that I was running out of time. That now I am 20 years old, no man has touched me yet. I have never even dated anybody seriously. I tend to get those episodes of love desperation frequently. But today, my thoughts shift a bit, I have decided to leave things as they are and let the love that I want meet me at its own time.
"Penny, for your thoughts, my princess?" My dad's voice snaps me out of my reality. He is standing at the door of my room.
"Just thinking, like I don't want anyone to know I am back when we go back, at least not the first day," I tell him.
"That can be arranged," he replies, coming into my room.
"Are you sure you can go back to the university just yet," he asks, caressing my back.
"Yeah, dad, I want to, I can't grieve forever, I will be just fine," I assure him, hugging him.
"Are you okay, dad?" I ask him.
"I will be okay. We will be okay," he tells me, hugging me tightly.
The next morning, we take a flight to Baltimore with my dad. He takes me to the university campus, ensuring that no one actually realizes I am back as I asked him. He ensures I am okay and settled. We insist on calling each other often because now it's just the two of us. I have a lot of things to catch up on academically, and I don't even know where to start right now. On Monday, my last class is with Professor Devaroux. I do the best job to avoid his gaze the entire lecture. Did I succeed? No. Absolutely not. As the class ends, he asks me to stay behind.
"Welcome back, Essence, and my condolences, please," he says.
"Thank you for your concern, professor," I reply.
"Can we talk for some time, please?" he asks.
"We are talking, aren't we?" I tell him.
"I meant for a long time, like an hour," he says.
"Okay, in your office?" I ask.
"If that's okay with you," he offers.
"No problem," I reply. We march towards his office. Upon reaching, I sit on the chair in front of him as he takes his seat.
"So what's this all about?" I ask.
"First, I am sorry for the position I kept you last time. You saw us, and you felt accountable to hide the secret for us," he explains.
"Not for you, for him," I correct.
"Speaking of him, my young brother is miserable and trying to hide it perfectly well but not from me," he informs me.
"Well, there are many reasons that can make a person miserable. Perhaps you should figure out which one," I suggest.
"You're the reason, Essence, my brother even told me. He will only forgive me if I can bring you to him," he tells me honestly. My eyes go wide at his statement, did he really say that.
"Please, I miss my brother so much, and he is mad at me. Could you please consider my request?" he asks. A bigger part of me wants to see him. And that's what I just do, and accept his offer. We drive towards his place. It took just 40 minutes, and we were at his penthouse.
"Red, I am here once again..." Devaroux started.
"Just get out already," he shouts from the kitchen.
"I brought someone with me," Devaroux replies. The moment he comes from the kitchen and his eyes land on me. He stops, and I realize that he is miserable, and I don't want that.
Last time, I was falling in love with this man, without knowing, but I realized I could lose him if I tried to even think of the friendship as more than friends. At least I can keep him close to me as a friend and not more than that.
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