If Love Was Enough

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Was Love Enough?


I was wrong. VERY WRONG.

I had been trying to reach her cell phone for days but she didn’t pick up.it got to a point that I felt I was slowly reaching a point of madness. I felt bad for Jerry having to bear the weight of living with someone like me. 

“Hey bro, chin up,” Jerry said when he got in and caught me staring out the window into space. He walked up to me and squeezed my shoulder. For a while he stared into space alongside me but then his face contorted in a frown once he realized the futility of the exercise.

“Alright, talk to me. Come on.” He pushed and prodded me till I sat on the bed across from him. 

“I don’t know what’s wrong. We were really—you know…close. All of a sudden, she stopped replying my chat and my calls just goes unanswered.”

Jerry shook his head and muttered, “Girls.”

I could not contain my anxiety any longer. I stood up and began pacing the length of the room. 

“I mean, why would she do this to me? Why?”

“Perhaps, the person you need to ask is her,” Jerry said.

I froze. “You’re right.”

I rushed out of the room, not even caring to have my bathe. I must have looked quite mad. The ride to her house seemed like it’d lasted for ages.

When I got to her house, I bolted towards the door and banged against it. A moment later, a wiry thin woman with tears in her eyes opened the door. 

"Please is Chiefo here?" I asked. 

Her shoulder trembled and she covered her face. "You must be Kingsley." she croaked. 

"Where's Chiefo?" I asked again. 

"She doesn't want to see anyone...especially you. She's in the hospital."

The words hit me like a truck. I could barely make out the words, accident, coma, cannot walk again.

I stumbled out of the house and ran into the street screaming like a mad man. 

Chiefo woke up from the coma. Her first words were Kingsley. But I wasn't there. She still didn't want to see me. 

I couldn't take it anymore. I sat in front of her house bottling up the courage to face her front door. Then I knocked. Something within me screamed that I should run away. And I almost did. Then I heard the sound of wheels slowly being dragged towards the door. 

The door opened. 

She sat on a wheel chair. Her hair in shambles, her skin as pail as always, and her eyes were red from crying. But even in her sadness she was beautiful. 

"Hey," I said. 

"Hi," She whispered. 

I don't know why I did it, but I reached out to wipe the tears off her cheeks. She took my hands and held it. 

"Don't...please," she said. 

I crouched and placed my hands on her legs. 

"I missed you. All the time I couldn't stop the memories. Why did you push me away?"

She pushed my arm off her legs and rolled her chair away from me. 

"You can't do this to me. You can't...this can't work anymore." tears raced down her cheeks. She pushed herself out of the wheel chair and fell to the floor in a disheveled heap. "This is who I am now."

"I rushed up to her and tried helping her up but she struggled against me, her body wracked with an onslaught of sobs and tears. But I held on to her. I dared not let her go. She'd drift away. 

"Stop fighting me," I whispered into her ear. 

She pushed me. 

"I hate you!" Chiefo screeched. 

She reached out with her clawed fingers and scratched my face. Searing pain erupted from the point of impact all the way to my brain. And I felt something ooze out and mix with the tears cascading down my cheeks. Blood. 

"I love you," I said, amidst the hammering of fists. I took some hard punches to the head, but I held her tight and crushed her in a hug. "I love you."

She tired from hitting me and we remained there frozen, the both of us burned and broken soul. But that was enough. Love should always be enough. 

Finally, she whispered into my ear, "I love you too."

"I love you," I said. 


Izu Obi

Edited: 04.01.2019

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