"Leave me alone, Dianne!" I protested, shaking my cousin's hand off my shoulder.
"Mirabel, I'm only trying to help. Think about it na. Your dad is dead and your mother is insane...!"
"...my mother is not insane...!" I screamed at her, raising my previously bowed head.
Still calm, Dianne smiled at me, "How long will you keep lying to yourself?"
"Stop!" I warned - more like pleaded - dramatically turning my gaze from hers.
"I'm only trying to help"
"Don't" came the response, "Please...leave me" I begged once again.
Dianne shrugged in surrender and stood up. She silently walked to the door. I felt her turn to get one more look at me, her distressed and depressed cousin. I just kept staring out the window at nothing in particular, shedding those thin, lonely stream of salt.
"Just think about it" she urged me one more time.
I frowned. There was no point thinking about it anymore. I had made my decision.
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Mirabel is everyone's favorite. Loved by God, decorated by nature, taken care of by Janet her mother and Collins her father, lusted after by men, envied by women and admired by children. Somehow, something from somewhere or someone takes her sunshine all she sees are dark and heavy cloud with no silver lining.
How does Mirabel handle her grief? Read Handling Grief to find out.
"Kassauni, there is more to life than continuous pain and suffering. I am sure you know that, and no one is asking you to go through it alone," She told me. I took a long drag from the blunt and held it in my lungs before releasing it.
"Whatever yah talk 'bout sound like a fairy tale and mi nuh want yuh feel like me is a problem fi yuh fix," I stated, staring into her eyes. She frowned, deeply.
"You need to talk to someone, or me. I am here for you if you need anything." Her voice came out softer than usual.
"Rosalia, left that. It nuh concern yuh," I told her. She hissed her teeth and slapped the blunt out of my hand.
"Mi try talk to yuh, but if yuh nah go at least try to get help then mi nuh need fi deh here. Stay by yuhself since a that yuh fucking want." She turned and started walking away.
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He was abandoned by his parents. Time and time again they let him down, not realizing that each time it was draining him. He isn't the most sentimental guy, probably one of the most nonchalant and controlling people you've ever met.
She was sweet and came from what people would call the perfect family. In a short time, she made him indecisive and question himself. Peeled away every armor he had shielding his insecurities. She broke him but stood by him while he rebuilt himself into a better man.
The man he always wanted to be.
The man he knew she deserved.
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