Jay

Why was he the way he was towards Lisa? Not a soul could tell. He loved her in a wicked way. As though it were his religion, being in love with her. He'd do anything and everything for her. He lacked in so many ways. But words. He was an artist, words his kind of art.

He approached Lisa and whatever he said to her. Forgetting what she felt towards him. The attraction. His syllables were neatly packaged. She fell in love. At first sight? I'm not sure. At first words? Most probably. He wasn't the first to see beneath her clothes. He was the first to see her heart. What a man!

"I saw you smile at me, " he threatened," I'm Jay Jay. Jackson Juma."

She was confused by his looks. His bad boy vibe. His charm.

"I'm in love," she answered subconsciously.

He smirked and embraced her to be her maiden for the rest of his days until whenever. How beautiful had the story begun? How unique? How easy? Maybe out of lust maybe out of rush. Love or hate. They deserved forever. At least they thought.

"It's good to think " Don't mind this. The writer is having a monologue. Continue reading please.

I stood wondering how far does she go, Qara. She was wide and daring. Unique and alone. In my mind, I had met her a second a third, and a couple more times. She was mine. Every single time I stepped forward forgetting the cliff, the wind pushed me harder. I had rather had this one toxic relationship with Qara. She seemed not to care about my business. I doubt she even recalled my name. I doubt she even asked. There was a gap in her. I wanted to fill it. Maybe feel it. I wanted to know why she was Qara. She had let me deflower her. Yes! I was her first. Was that the reason I was attached? Maybe. Isn't it supposed to be the other way around? The girl being attached?A fun fact.

I was steady and stiff. I wasn't closer. Nor was I far away. All I felt was my soul straying away. I was a leap away from her, she startled with joy. I heard her call me. Sweeter than a pirate ahoy! I took the last step of my lifetime, I was gently falling toward her. I said farewell to all the crime, farewell to my brain as well, until I reached deep into her sin. Everything left me. Except for the last of my breath. I saved it for the sea. My heart had its last beat. I realized there was no going back. It was farewell to the last sound decision I ever made. Love, I'm told, covers the brain with blindness.

I'm sorry to you Lisa. You deserved better. But I'm sorry to me too. I deserved better. I'm sorry for not being truly sorry. To both of us. To whom am I really sorry? The thought of Qara!

" That's why we write code, "with a much firm voice, the lecture commanded. Drawing my attention to the real world.

On this brown desk. I came to. In the bleak mid-morning. How long was I in the "Qara universe"?