Chapter8

#Chapter8

The last time I saw Cynthia was the night she walked out on me, about one and the half years ago, and the long time interval confirmed my suspicion. Cynthia absence in my life felt like half of my heart had been ripped off, and although we meet in dreams, I used to feel the connections between us, the connections of two lonely hearts.

Five months before my seventeenth birthday was when I had another dream. I saw myself on a very big field, full of African kids,I guessed because most of them were black, with few of them fair in complexion.

Several tents were raised on the field with kids on same sport wear beneath them. There were four different colours of sport wears - red, yellow, green and either purple or blue I can't remember.