The song had already began.
For every bride, their wedding day was the happiest day of their lives,long white veils and a long beautiful dress, The moment of control that you were deciding exactly how and whom you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. at least that was what the fairy tales said right? but reality was always far from fantasy.
Aramide's off shoulder wedding gown was designed with diamond stones spread across the upper side of the gown, She wore her shoes, and put on her veil. You know when one's circumstances test them in such a way that they are lost between being grateful for the chances they have and feeling unfortunate for the chances they lost, Aramide was at this spot. This painful point of in between, she didn't know whether to cry or tell or laugh, She felt frozen, traumatized, in shock. She hadn't uttered word since the incident. She sighed and accepted her fate
“Take him out” Dared yelled as he kept his grip on Aramide as if shielding her from the worst plague on planet Earth — Then again, he was right, Cole was the worst mistake Aramide could have ever made. The worst mishap she could have ever done. Or wasn't he? Was this love? Or was it obsession? It was love, right? Then since when did the requirements for loving someone go so high? Since when did Affection so expensive that people could no longer afford it? “Aramide please listen! I was going to tell you! I was showing to tell you before Bola walked in! I had tried to tell you so many times can't you remember?” Cole tried as he was hauled out. Tears filled Aramide's eyes. Blaire watched her daughter suffer and rage-filled her, Aramude didn't have to go through this. It was hard enough that she had decided to marry someone she did not love — she didn't need Co
With time, Our skins get older, Our health becomes weaker too, but our mentalities get older with Experiences. "That's it!" Aramide glared as her eyes met the blue base that had just been knocked down. “What did I tell you about running around the house?" She scolded as she pulled on her meanest face "But momma!" Aracely whined. She didn't mean to run around like that, She was just a bit hyper. Aramide glared at her daughter for a bit before she wiped the look off her face and said "you'll be the end of me" she muttered. "No, no, no" A thick accent called out, Aramide rolled her eyes, just what she needed "I am the only one that will be the end of you" Dared commented out of nowhere. "Daddy!" Aracely screamed as She ran to her father and engulfed him in a hug, The eight-year had always been her father's daughter, probab
“Aramide” Dared whispered as he watched Aramide stroke their daughter's hair. Tears threatened to pour down the woman's eyes as she ran her hands through her daughter's hair. Aracely was still unconscious —seemingly in a deep sleep. Aramide's heart filled with sorrow — What did this mean for her daughter? Was her daughter going to die? Her little girl was already too frail, As she was born as a sickle cell child. Aramide wept as she watched her daughter sleep peacefully. Why was this happening to her family? They were finally happy. Why was the universe always ready to take a big straw and suck out people's happiness. Why can't people just be happy? Why can't things just go right? Aramide was tired of all the tests and struggles and everything else, all she wanted was a sorrow-free life, why was that so hard to achieve? “Momma?” Aracely whispered, she was still in a sleepy state and was s
“Momma...” Aramide whispered as her hands delicately grazed the gravestone in front of her, a tear fell and hit the pavement. “I'm sorry for not coming to see you for the past few years” She held back a sob, Before she whimpered, ”It's just been tough you know” She finished as her eye watered with tears that threatened to fall. Aramide had just gotten back to Nigeria, Lagos State, She was currently at the Cemetery where her mother had been buried. Dared had insisted on coming along, but Aramide had shut him off, She needed to do this alone. Face all her struggles alone as she had done over the years, this was her fight, her mother, and her life Aramide clutched the Roses in her hands tighter before she whispered “I'm sure you are looking down at me right now,” She looked up to the sky “I hope I haven't failed you as a daughter,” she said as she stared at the name inscribed
Aramide chuckled loudly, her laughter filled the air of the camera as the sky got darker. She wiped her tears, got up, and spoke with a small smile "This is what you don't understand Bola, I don't have to say Cole's name, I already live rent-free in his mind and heart, and you know the best part whenever he is with you. He would only be thinking of m— "Aramide!" Bola yelled in rage. "Bola!" Aramide retorted as their steel gazes pierced into each other's skin, In one's eyes was nothing but hate and the other had indifference, Although Aramide did not hate Bola, she was going to make her understand that she was no longer that girl who cried over everyone and everything, who always sacrificed and who was always willing to live for others. "Look Bola, you'd better come down from your tower of ego, or I will pull the rug from under your feet," Aramide warned "Besides, why are you even here? What are you doin
“I got a call from her school saying she was unconscious, when we arrived at the hospital the doctor said she had gone into a coma, and now, They've put her on life support—” Aramide froze. Tears didn't dare grace her eyes and memories lacked the audacity to invade her mind. Her eyes remain glued to the small frame that was laid on the bed tied to too many tubes for her to count, that tiny little frame that was her entire world. Until now, Aramide didn't know how to pray, But today she was begging God for another chance, just one more chance, one more chance so her daughter could live. She would give anything her daughter's place. The frame seemed smaller and smaller by the moment, The only thing stopping her from rushing into that tiny hospital room was the glass between them, Aramide placed her hands on the glass, the only barrier between her and her little girl, her little princess, her drama quee
Aramide wiped her tears as she looked away from Dared before he could speak she replied in a very shaky voice “No l, I can't do that, He can't—” Aramide ran her hands through her head exasperatedly. “Aramide think about this, this is the only —” “Way?” Aramide scoffed as her eyes glossed over, “I am honestly tired of being pushed to the wall over and over again! Of not having a choice of my own! I don't deserve this! I don't...” Aramide trailed off “You have to do this, We have to do this,” Dared stated as he came closer to her, “this is about our daughter, she isn't just yours Aramide, I won't let your past make us lose our daughter,” “So what do you what me to do? huh?” Aramide snapped with tearful eyes. “Should I travel back to London and appear at Cole's doorstep and say, 'Hey, I'm sorry about what happened years ago, you see, I h
Blaire looked around, she knew she had to be very conscious of her surrounding at this point. She also knew that this place was probably very dangerous and this could be a trap. Blaire knew coming here could end her up in two ways — dead Or finally getting to the bottom of this unraveled mystery. “Who's there?” She whispered harshly as she turned around. She had felt the presence of someone else and heard the sound of faint footsteps — They were close. Blaire tried to squint through the darkness in front of her, but of course, that didn't work well considering it was nighttime and the whole street seemed isolated. It was more than clear that if this was indeed a trap, Blaire was in danger. But the reason she had come here — was way more important than any consequence, that message, that message was something that only one person could send her and that person was dead, since when did the dead come back to life?