She felt his chest rumble beneath her ear as he called her name. She sighed and curled closer to him. They were sharing the large armchair in his living room. His hands moved rhythmically across her back. She sighed again.
His hands paused.
“Let me in, S. Let me into your head.”
They’d been together for four months. Samirah was one of those weird ones- The men didn’t understand but wanted her even more fiercely. She chose Ty. Ty chose her. They fell in love. But Samirah still held a part of her back. They’d shared their bodies; their homes. But not that.
He’d shared his all. Told her everything. “I hate my family,” he’d said. “I never want to see them again. Ever.”
She’d consoled him but never let go of what he wanted the most. The part of her soul that was behind a thousand barriers, all made of steel.
“I love you, Ty.”
“I know you do, Sam.. But… Talk to me. I’m here.”
She turned her head so it was buried in his broad chest; her muffled words drifted up to him. “A long while ago..”
And she let go and let him in. Her fears. Her past. All. And when the tears fell freely; he cried with her. Reveling in her words. Not the words in themselves, but what saying them meant. She had given herself totally. To him.
And they took themselves, there on the carpeted floor in front of the armchair that now held significance- of two souls reaching out and melding into each other. For life.
The white walls were a sharp contrast to her purple kaftan. Her hair was standing around her pale face. Dark circles underneath her slanted eyes.
She found the doctor. He looked down at her kindly.
“Where is he?” Her voice came out in a whisper. A crack in her voice. “Is he dead? Just tell me.”
“No. But are you family?”
She let out a sharp breath. “Yes. Yes, I am.”
Tears slipped down her face. Relief, evident in her dark eyes.
The doctor frowned; hesitated then said-
“Come with me.”
He was sitting up in bed, smiling at some stranger.
He looked right at her. Then looked away.
She walked in. “Ty..”
“Who are you?” The stranger asked harshly. “Who is she, John?” He asked the doctor.
The doctor frowned again. “Sorry Kenny. She said she was family.” He turned to her. “I thought..”
But she wasn’t listening to either of them. She walked over to Ty who was looking confused.
She reached out to touch the bandage on his head. “Taye…” He was quiet. “Taye?”
He stayed quiet.
Then. “I’m sorry, I don’t know you.”
She looked to the doctor. His face had softened again. “I’m sorry, Taye has lost some of his memory.”
The stranger spoke again. “Well, I’m his brother. His twin brother. Who are you to Taye?”
Samirah’s eyes cut back to Taye’s. Urging him to speak up. To remember. To remember them.
But after a few seconds, he looked away, uncomfortable.
“If you won’t answer, you might have to leave. The parents will soon be here, Mother won’t want a stranger lurking around.”
Samirah was silent. Her gaze still intent on Taye.
Then she turned and walked out of the room, the hospital and his life. Leaving most of herself behind.
Hi everyone. So, first of all, I’d like to dedicate this post to my soul sister @Ms_Dania…be happy in Bayelsa. Now to the post. Writing this, I imagined just how difficult it is for some people to open up to others. The fear, the hurt, the pain that goes along with it. Now imagine this scenario after going through all of that. They say every decision in life is a gamble; some are just worth more than others. Imagine yourself as Samirah, would you stay, would you leave? Use the comment box and speak your mind. Ciao.