My heart began to race very fast. We remained there till the rain stopped. I was shivering but I couldn't bring myself to leave him there. He turned to look at me with pain in his eyes.
"Bukky, is this what you want for us? What did I ever do to you?"
His words brought back memories. I felt guilty for leaving him stranded on the altar years back, and now it seem I’ll be getting married to his younger brother. I attempted to say something but he interrupted me;
"If you've made your decision, so be it. Thank you for every moment we shared."
He stood up and walked away.
I called him with a tearful voice but he didn't respond. He left his jacket behind. I picked it up and held it so close to my chest. Does this mean I’ve lost David forever? Was I really keeping the boys together or tearing them apart?
I couldn't contribute to the competition at hand. I had not even set eyes on Joanne until one evening when I saw her with David; he didn't look at my direction. I was extremely jealous and hurt. Were they back together?
We noticed each other’s presence as we stole glances. He was broken. I did that to him just because I didn't want to hurt Jeremy. Does this mean David – the man I love – was in a better position to get hurt? OK, I solemnly agreed. I AM CONFUSED!
Vodka approached me while we practiced for the competition. I sat down watching them. My eyes were pale and dim, I had cried way too much. I couldn't even contribute a thing. It was obvious things were falling apart. Vodka can’t handle this alone, she needs help, but I was just to broken to offer any help.
"Bukky, I know you’re going through a lot but we need you here, else we would loose this competition.” Vodka said and sat beside me.
She had that concerned expression on her face. I sighed; there was nothing in my brain to reply her at the moment so I remained quiet.
"Is it Jeremy?"
Her question made my eyes brim with tears again; she just made me remember that the wedding is just tomorrow.
"What if I tell you that you've been led to believe a lie? I know Jeremy like the back of my palms!" she said.
My tears seized immediately, right from the source.
"What do you mean!?"
"When the time is right, I would text you to come over to the hospital."
My mind began to tell me just one thing: Jeremy is not really blind. I confirmed this through the text Vodka sent me. “Come now!” it read.
I hurried down to the hospital and met Jeremy standing on his feet, pacing round the room. Shock crept through my legs as I entered the ward. He turned back in shock...
"Bukky, I can explain!"
Wait, so Jeremy can actually see?
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