Kenya is on top of the world as one of the world's most successful rising businesswomen. But she quickly learns she can't have it all. Something must give and she has to make a choice between her dreams or the love of her life.
O and I shared separate rooms. Wanting to follow the tradition of not seeing the bride before the wedding on wedding day. Even though, we partly broke it last night.
Today was supposed to be my wedding. But as I stared, with no words, no tears, no feeling in my numb body, I searched for ways to end my life.
As I sat in my hotel bed, in a pool Of my chocolate princesses blood, Somehow right now, ending my life to spend it eternally with my mommy seemed better than facing O.
After today he was supposed to get everything he asked for. The wife, the child. This is what he had wished, longed, and prayed for. And as soon as I was finally committing to the idea, God reminded me how cursed I was.
Everyone important to me left me like a Plague. Either by death or choice. And even my own child, couldnt see fit to stay inside me almost three months.
My life was like sandcastles.
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You take the time to build these beautiful intricate sandcastles. Majestic. Magical. But not matter how intricate, beautiful or magical, suddenly a wave comes and washes all your hardwork away. Waves were forever coming to wash my sandcastles I tried so hard to build.
There was a knock at the door.
My heartstopped.
Another knock.
I looked down at the blood but couldn't move.
"K." I heard O's voice.
It seemed like my voice had totally gone away from me.
"K?" His voice was now a question of concern.
I heard the keycard being put in the lock and the door open.
"Bab--" His smile faded.
He ran over to me.
"What happened?" He asked concerned pulling back all the covers.
"I lost the baby." I managed to say as tears finally fell and I stood on the bed and hugged him tightly.
But for the first time, in all the time we had been together, in my time of need, he did not hug back.
"O." I looked at his face.
It was blank. No emotion. No life. No tears. The only reason I knew his heart was beating was because I could hear his breathing.
"O. We'll get through it." I kissed his forehead and reassured him.
He finally turned his eyes toward me.
I expected the O who had been my bestfriend since freshmen year. The O that held me and made sure I stopped cutting myself when my mother died. The O who couldnt bare to see my tears. The O that couldn't live without me. The O who proudly wore my face on his back. The O who just asked me to marry him at 12 today. My 3.
But this O was not present. There was no sparkle in his eyes. Love in his heart. Charm in his smile. That O was gone.
This O removed my hands from around his neck silently, got up and walked out the door leaving me alone in my chocolate princess's blood.
Another sand castle. Another wave.
I know y'all mad at the chapter and how short it is. Don't kill me. 🙈
