"Go get the girl Liam, we're both using each other to get over our exes and it's bad to go back into a toxic relationship, but I guess that's our yellow paint. Yellow is a colour of happiness, but yellow paint is poisonous and I guess our ex's are...
I was staring at the graveyard of stars across the deep dark sky, clutching on my coffee. I grasped onto my blankets and I found relief that I wasn't near Peter.
I was staring at the graveyard of stars as if I was trying to figure them out. It was so tragically beautiful.
I miss these days, when I was young. When I came running to my mother telling her that i was pregnant with Kira. How Peter left me with my unborn child at 16.
I sighed , but I was somewhat happy on that day. Because mother didn't express hatred or disappointment. She let me lay down next to her as we both witnessed the stars together.
I remembered the exact verse my mother spoke in my ear as I was gradually fighting the urge not to sleep.
"Genesis 22:17 , I will surely bless you and make your descendants as numerous ajs the stars in the sky and as the sand on the seashore. Your descendants will take possession of the cities of their enemies"
I didn't quite understand what made her say this, but she sooner explained.
"A normal mother at this situation would either be angry or disappointed but I my dear, I am neither. This is God's child inside of you, and his child will be blessed. This child will be our pathway to blessings"
And after what she said, my soul was not troubled anymore. And I managed to sleep that night, tucked in her arms.
Before she got took away from us.
I know she's in heaven. I used to not believe in heaven, neither hell. But after some years of pondering I came to realization of this world.
Why would God put us in a place full of suffering, pain and detestation without bringing eternal happiness?
It's funny; we cannot receive an answer from God but him himself is the answer.
I gazed at the stars again, making sure I distract myself from the world for some time.
"Keke?" Peter uttered with dark circles under his eyes.
I didn't respond, why would I respond to a storm?
"When did you realize you loved him?"
"Who?"
"Alaric. Alaric saltzman"
"When I actually made an effort to live another day after days I found it so hard to get out of bed. I realized he was the only person, and Kira obviously, that I had to live for.
That's when I truly knew he was God sent. That's when I knew he was my recovery."
Peter stared down, as his heart beated due to what he has heard.
"You can love me again keke. You can learn to love me again. Just like the old days. I'm not turning my back on our family."
Keke laughed and gazed into the eyes of a man who has a deep need for admiration and a lack of empathy for others.
She knew behind this mask of ultraconfidence lies a fragile self-esteem that's vulnerable to the slightest criticism.
"I can never love a man who broke me."
She gathered her stuff and walked away from Peter.
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Kira's pov -
Lord have mercy on my soul.
Again I feel isolated. I guess it's my fault right now.
Lord have mercy on my soul, take it easy on my heart.
I shiver whilst I pick up my phone and click on Liam's contact.
'You have power on me. You have no idea. I am sorry Liam. Just reply to me. At least once?'
I buried myself in my covers as thunderstorms rolled down my face. My eyes were burning and my chest felt heavy.
I was curled up into a ball, shaking, I felt a tingle in my nose as my throat started to tighten. It was a painstakingly long process of hurt.
I thought my tears were quiet, but I guess they were loud as moments later mama placed her hands around me.
She held me tightly and kissed me head as I was unable to stop.
I lifted my head and gazed into her eyes and asked,
