THE DEEPER IT GOES, THE DIFFICULT IT BECOMES

I was still reeling from the mysterious text message I had received earlier, wondering who could have sent it and what they wanted. But later on, I realized it was from Josephine. She used a new contact, but I installed a true caller, and it identified her name. She had texted me, asking me to meet her so that we could go to the school security unit together.

Apparently, the school security had called her, and they wanted us to come in for a meeting to investigate the incident that had happened last time. I remember the day vividly - a bad guy and his group had tried to force their attention on Josephine, and she had struggled until I came to her rescue. She had sustained some injuries, and I had given her a stern lecture about being more careful in the future.

As I met up with Josephine, I could see the concern etched on her face. We hurriedly made our way to the school security unit, eager to get to the bottom of the incident. As we walked, Josephine filled me in on the details. The school security had been investigating the incident, and they wanted to speak with both of us to get a clearer picture of what had happened.

When we arrived at the security unit, we were greeted by a stern-looking security officer. He introduced himself as Mr. Thomas, who explained that they had been reviewing the footage from the cameras around campus. They had identified the group of students who had been involved in the incident, and they wanted to know if we could provide any additional information.

Josephine and I took turns recounting our experiences, providing as much detail as possible. Mr. Thomas listened intently, taking notes and asking follow-up questions. As we spoke, I could sense the gravity of the situation. The school was taking this incident seriously, and they were determined to take action against those responsible.

After we finished our statements, Mr. Thomas thanked us for our cooperation. He assured us that the school would do everything in their power to ensure that the perpetrators were held accountable. Josephine and I left the security unit feeling a sense of relief, knowing that the school was taking steps to address the situation.

As we were walking back to our respective hostels, Josephine turned to me and smiled weakly. "Thanks for coming with me," she said. "I really appreciate it." I smiled back, feeling a sense of camaraderie with her. "No problem," I replied. "We're in this together."

But just as we were about to part ways in a secluded area, Josephine's phone rang. She answered it, and her expression changed from relief to shock. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice trembling. I watched as her eyes widened in fear, and she mouthed, "it's him," turning to me.

Suddenly, she grabbed my arm and pulled me into a nearby alleyway. "We have to get out of here, now," she whispered urgently. We looked round but saw no one, and someone called her, telling her that they had seen us going together again, and it was going to end today.

"Run," Josephine whispered, and we took off, our hearts pounding in our chests. But I knew we couldn't outrun them for long.

It was after this that Josephine explained that she was not sure if the guys were even students. According to her, she only saw the other one who was forcing love on her once in one of their lectures. And since what happened, she had never seen him again. Would we be able to escape this campus alive? What's really going on?

The incident had brought us closer together, and I was grateful for that. But, I knew that we still had a long way to go before we could feel truly safe on campus. The school needs to do more to prevent incidents like this from happening in the future. And I was determined to make sure that they took action.

As I reflected on the events of the day, I realized that this was more than just an isolated incident. It was a symptom of a larger problem - a culture of disrespect and entitlement that needed to be addressed. I was determined to play a part in creating a safer, more respectful community for everyone.

That very same day in the evening, I received a message from Christabel that she knew earlier that I was only trying to deceive her, but thank God that she didn't fall for me. I should never call her again but remain with Josephine, the one I loved. As I read the message, confusion blocked my brain, and my entire body went cozy. Then, I carried my phone and called her line.

I stared blankly at my phone, my mind racing with too many thoughts. I called her repeatedly, but she never picked up. The ringing tone seemed to mock me, a constant reminder that she was ignoring me. I tried to shake off the feeling of rejection, telling myself that she might be busy or preoccupied but would surely pick up just to hear me later. Because, deep down, I knew better.

The calls went unanswered, and I was left with nothing but the echo of my own voice in my head. I imagined who might have told her full lies, but I still wondered helplessly. Does it mean she would have been later interested in me? But how would I have predicted what was in her mind then? Many thoughts swirled in my mind like a toxic storm, making it hard to focus on anything else.

And then, the ultimate blow: she blocked me. My calls went straight to voicemail, and my messages were met with an eerie silence. I was left with nothing but my own imagination, conjuring up scenarios and replaying our conversations in my head.

The silence was deafening, and I felt like I was losing my grip on reality. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had lost Christabel forever, and that she had moved on to a life without me. The thought was a constant ache in my chest, a reminder that I was no longer a part of her world.

As the days went by, I became increasingly withdrawn, my thoughts consumed by Christabel and the what-ifs. I was trapped in a cycle of longing and despair, unable to escape the gravitational pull of my own emotions. And Christabel, the object of my desire, remained elusive, a phantom presence that haunted me at every waking moment. I wish I could see her and explain to her nothing but the truth. The next option now is to visit her house tomorrow morning.