Chapter 5: A Name Unspoken
The morning sun spilled through the dusty window, casting long streaks of gold across Tobi's bed. He had barely slept. His dreams had been filled with shadows—Dayo's voice, his touch, the way he had whispered his name like a secret meant only for them.
But morning brought reality. And reality was a crowded hostel filled with strangers and the unshakable weight of the life he had left behind.
A loud knock on the door snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Tobi! You dey sleep? Abeg, wake up jare."
It was Chike again. Tobi sighed, running a hand through his hair before getting up and opening the door.
Chike grinned as he pushed inside, holding a steaming cup of tea. "You didn't wake up early, so I figured I'd save you from your own laziness."
Tobi scoffed but took the cup anyway. "Thanks."
Chike flopped onto the bed, stretching his arms. "So, how does it feel to be a full-fledged university boy now? Ready for lectures?"
Tobi shrugged, sipping his tea. "I guess."
Chike studied him for a moment, then smirked. "You're too serious, my guy. What's up? Girl problems?"
Tobi's hand tightened around his cup. "Something like that."
"Ah." Chike nodded knowingly. "You left someone behind in Lagos, abi?"
Tobi hesitated. He could lie. It would be easy. But something about Chike's ease made him pause.
"Yeah," he said finally.
Chike grinned. "Omo, long-distance relationships are wahala! But don't worry, there are plenty of distractions here."
Tobi forced a smile. He didn't bother correcting Chike's assumption. It was safer that way.
Later that day, as he walked across campus, his phone vibrated again. Dayo.
Dayo: Do you ever think about what it would be like if things were different?
Tobi stopped in his tracks, the world around him fading into background noise.
Of course he thought about it. Every damn day.
His fingers hovered over the keyboard, a thousand unsaid words pressing against his chest. But then, he saw a group of students laughing nearby, carefree and unburdened. Among them was Chike, who waved him over.
Tobi inhaled sharply and typed his reply.
Tobi: I don't know.
He shoved his phone back into his pocket before he could change his mind.
Chike threw an arm around his shoulder as he reached them, grinning. "Come, we're going out tonight. No excuses."
Tobi forced a chuckle, nodding. "Sure."
As they walked away, laughter ringing in the air, he told himself this was what he needed—a distraction, a new life, a chance to move on.
But deep down, he knew the truth.
Some names refuse to be forgotten.