“Tell me a story” You said barely awake, The sun has left the sky and her shadow brings in the orange hues that looks so bright on your skin.
“Ebeni!! I have no more stories left” I replied knowing you know all the stories I have to tell, I have told you everything. The smell of my childhood and the taste of my favorite food, the way my father’s hand scarred my mother’s back and the feel of my first kiss.
“Still tell me something, I’d like to know everything about you. Tell me how we first met” You concluded on a story you barely remember now , A story I refused to remember until now.
“Well well well, we shouldn’t talk about that” I giggled to hide my pain, I did not want to relive knowing you and this moment wasn’t the best moment to tell this story to you.
“Please, Just tell me. I’d like to know again” You held your breath and I stroked your...