Zara was dying with curiosity. She wanted nothing more than for Valentine to remove the blindfold and show her where they were going.
"Getting impatient, I see." Valentine teased as he made a turn on Jason Moyo street. "This better be worth a dirty blindfold Val."
Valentine scoffed, "It's not dirty."
"Says the guy who isn't wearing it." Zara scowled.
"Alright, just calm down. We're here." Valentine announced enthusiastically.
Zara was more than happy to dispose of the torrid blindfold that kept her eyes imprisoned. However, what her eyes settled on was not what she had expected.
She was expecting an all you can buffet or a bookstore but not a......cemetery.
"You brought me to a cemetery!" Zara exclaimed horrifically.
Valentine turned to her with a smile. He seemed calm and serene in a very depressing atmosphere. "I wanted to tell you something."
"In a cemetery!" Zara exclaimed once more.
"Exactly." He nodded, his demeanour unfazed.
"Why would you bring me here?" Zara said, glancing around the morbid, grey and depressing place.
"Stop screaming. People are trying to sleep." Valentine said, his tone serious.
"I get it. But why on earth would you bring me here?!" Zara groaned.
"I want you to meet the most important people in my life." Valentine smiled sadly.
"Oh! Are they groundsmen?" Zara asked, scanning the silent area with curiosity.
"Not exactly." Valentine chuckled.
"I'm afraid I don't follow." Zara said, running to keep up with Valentine.
They both stopped in front of two beautifully carved tombstones. They read : Amanda Wright & Jonathan Wright respectively.
"Who were they?" Zara asked.
"My grand parents." Valentine smiled sadly, his eyes watered with each passing second. Zara clasped her hand on Valentine's for reassurance.
"You really loved them didn't you?" Zara smiled.
"More than anything or anyone." Valentine said, motioning for Zara to settle down as he did so himself. Once they sat, cross legged and facing the tomb stones, Valentine was ready to narrate his tale.
"Growing up in that mansion was hell for me. I was constantly judged and scorned. My parents would abuse me verbally and mock me to the point were I didn't have a self esteem or confidence for that matter. I would get picked on at school but my parents would turn a blind eye and call me weak. 'Not worthy of being a Kingsman' my father would always say. That mansion felt like a prison to me. It was my personal hell. To many people it may look like a palace, but within its walls are secrets and demons terrible to behold. The only time I felt free and happy was when I was with my grand parents."
"From your mother's side?" Zara asked.
"Yes, the ones from my father's side are snobs." Valentine chuckled. "I envied my grand parents' joy. My grand parents were both doctors you know?"
Zara smiled. "Did they inspire you to become one as well?"
"Yes they did. They always gave, Zara, I love them for that." Valentine said, trailing a hand down his Stethoscope. "They both gave this to me on my 18th birthday. The day before they died." He said, smiling sadly.
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The Cupcake And The Stethoscope. (BWWM)
Romance🇿🇼🇿🇼🇿🇼😤❤ * [Completed] ✔ All it takes is for both of them to give into their desires and their self control will come crumbling down. * Zara is a spunky young black woman with dreams...
