"How about we make this love thing real, yeah?"~Qaphela Makhathini.
In this fleeting span of mortal existence, Ayize and Qaphela are graciously granted another opportunity to love each other. However, circumstances don't appear to be as delightfu...
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"𝙰 𝙶𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷 𝙸𝙽 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙻 𝚄𝙽𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴𝚂 occurred when each one of you slipped into a coma, simultaneously. You two managed to connect with the other versions of yourselves. This was a defence mechanism implemented by your brains," Hlengiwe, the oracle delineated.
"Wait—what!" bemused, I exclaimed.
"A world conceived of as coexisting with and having certain similarities to the known world but different from it in some fundamental way. I know, Hlengiwe," Ayize stated vaguely as she stared into space, confusing me even further. She was acting strange, and very passive.
"Look Qaphela, you two were basically soulmates in another universe that is quite similar to this one. Your actual life. Hence why almost everything correlated," Hlengiwe clarified.
Sighing, I nodded and then glanced at Ayize who was seemingly in a trance of some sort. She wasn't the Ayize I fell in love with in my "mind". This Ayize was very apathetic, almost as if she were a robot.
"It was my fault. The accident was my fault. Had I not checked my phone, this wouldn't have happened," Ayize mumbled as she stared at the blank wall inside Hlengiwe's consultation room. My head shook vehemently.
"No, it wasn't your fault kaGxarha."
"Don't call me that!" she seethed before storming out of the room.
"Give her space, it's going to take time for her to adjust to this new reality," Hlengiwe pleaded.
"I can't Hlengiwe. I'm fucking attached, okay? This whole sorcery bullshit is fucking me up in the worst way," my voice cracked as I explained.
"Ayize!" I called out to her, glad to find her outside the building. We had been doing therapy and all these other mindfulness practices together. Our shared psychiatrist suggested today's palm reading session. Ayize and I never believed in these things but we had to compromise, for the sake of getting answers.
"I told you to leave me alone Mr Makhathini," she spat. She wasn't even looking my way, her focus was solely on her cell phone.
"Ayize this is messing with me as much as it's messing with you. The least we can do is support each other during this time," I expressed.
Her cell phone sounded in her hand. She finally looked up, and neither of our eyes faltered. Locked in on one another, I waited for her to break the eye contact. It wasn't until her phone chimed a second time that she blinked violently.
"You talk too much, don't you? Yah no! Uyathetha bhuti! Can't you just leave me alone? Go out there and fix your life, pick up the pieces, and forget about me!" A pang of hurt hit me instantly.
