Unforgivable ✔

🏰Chapter 8🏰

    💎Charles's POV💎

     Today was the day a bitter tragic happened in my life, my mum's death. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Anger, sadness and emptiness were my emotions. I scratched my head in frustration remembering how I lashed my frustration on Alice. She didn't deserve that, she was just trying to be a friend.

    "I'm so useless" I muttered to myself as I sat on my bed. My bedroom is a typical boy room except for the dirty aspect cause the maids cleaned it up twice a day. There is a big picture of Olamide, a famous artist, on the wall and two garden paintings made by Opeyemi.

     Dad was not at home. In every family, they would recognize this day where all relatives will gather for a ceremony with mum pictures around and boring people talking nice things about her. It sucks and made me feel more miserable so I told dad to stop it. Today must be like every other day. Dad thought I was trying to move on, he agreed to it but I haven't moved on one bit.

     Though its been some years since she died but I can still remember vividly how she died. The worst.....I caused it. She wouldn't be dead if it wasn't for me, if I had just agreed to go in dad car instead.

    I'm a mistake. I only cause pain for others.

   That was enough reason for me to stay away from everyone. I'm scared I may hurt them, now I've hurt Alice.

   I laid on my bed and cried myself to sleep.

   Maybe its for the best anyway, I don't want to hurt anyone again.

   The next day....

      I was on my way to the laboratory for chemistry practical. I wish Opeyemi was a science student but he was in art department. He had a rare talent, drawing. He was pretty perfect at drawing cloth designs. He didn't show them off like he showed off his paintings, he was scared a fashion designer child from our school could steal his ideas. He could draw an image of anything but his charges were high.

    That was his flaw, he is very stingy and not brilliant at all. His grades were relatively low, he only had A's in fine art. His mum had constantly prevented him from drawing but his dad was always at his rescue.

    I chuckled, shook my head and walked at a fast pace. I saw Alice coming my way, I stopped walking and just stared at her, she was looking at the ground but then she saw me and also stopped. We stared at each other for a while, some distance separating us. I made up my mind to apologize to her but then I felt two arms wrapping itself around my waist from behind and a short person resting against my back. The cologne smelt so familiar then the intruder walked to my front and wrapped her hands around my waist again.

     "I've missed you" She said with a small smile as she placed her head on my chest, anyone who saw us will believe we were dating. I faced up and saw that Alice had turned back and hurried to her classroom. I quickly pushed Victoria aside.

    "What was the meaning of that?" I asked wondering why she suddenly did that. We barely talk to each other. We only did quick side talks in class which she initiates and I just reply to avoid being rude. It was quite unfortunate that we were in the same department.

     "Can't I hug you again?" She grinned "You barely talk to me. It's been years right now, I thought I should talk to you about that today".

    "Why didn't you do that when you first noticed my sudden withdrawal?"