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Anjola stared at the man beside her, a billion thoughts running through her head. She said another prayer in her heart for the wounded soul sat beside her.
"I've hinted at this earlier, but let me repeat it for emphasis. I didn't fully give all of myself to Kitan. Not that I didn't want to, I just didn't know how to."
She imagined how the woman must have felt. She knew she wouldn't have liked to be in her shoes. From what he'd said so far, she could tell that the two of them never should have ventured into marriage like that. They rushed into the union and it eventually became a toxic relationship.
He continued: "All of my life I've never really had attention, so I had gotten used to keeping quiet, keeping my emotions bottled up. It was more than a habit, it had become my way of life.
"Kitan noticed it with time, and I think she hoped that I would come to trust her. Trust her enough to share my burdens with her. I did trust her, but I just couldn't tell her," he insisted, his eyes glistening with a sheen of tears.
Anjola felt really bad for the both of them. But she knew that there were still some blanks in his story. Like, where was Kitan currently? Were they still married? And the likes.
She knew she just had to listen more to what he had to say.
"It was unspoken before, but eventually, she came out outright to pour out her mind. Madam, countless times! Countless times I'd promised her that I'd change. But it wasn't that easy.
"My demons that used to be chased away by Kitan's light eventually grew resistant. I had shared my mind with the upstairs neighbors for over twenty-five years; so it was to be expected that they'd win.
"I became more sensitive towards her because of all the preconceived notions that I formed about Kitan. I kept having these thoughts, these reminders that I wasn't good enough for her. That she had married me and was now tired of me.
"It became too much for me to bear and I needed to vent. Normally I always verbally sparred with my parents, but she was closer. So I transferred my aggression on to her.
"I'm not excusing my actions and I wish more than anything that I treated her better. Kitan deserved way more than the heavy hand that I dealt her.
"But it was just so hard! I didn't even know how to do anything else," he exclaimed, dropping his head into his hands.
"I made her so miserable and bitter. It's what I do," he let out a sharp but humourless chuckle. "I just have that effect on anyone who dares to come near me," he emphasised.
"I did it to my parents when I became their problem child. I did it to Grandma Mae when I became her burden, as she always worried about me. So it was a no-brainer that Kitan would partake in it too.
"I wanted to save her from my destructive tendencies but my willpower just wasn't strong enough. That is one of my greatest regrets," he admitted.
"That I ever let myself get involved with her. She would have been better off, never knowing or coming across me. She was like a freshly bloomed flower, and I took her and choked her with my toxicities, so much so that she wilted before my eyes."
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General Fiction"Can I help you ma?" He asked. His voice was scratchy and low and his tone rang out as sarcastic. "What do you mean by 'Can I help you ma?'" she asked him in incredulity. "I said what I said. Now what exactly is your problem?" He asked, obviously no...
