The Final Goodbye
With that, he turned and disappeared into the night.
Those three words hung in the air long after he left, heavier than the silence that replaced them.
Sometimes love spoke loudest when the person was no longer standing in front of you.
Adaobi coughed again, smirking as she turned to her sister. “So, Madam Amara,” she teased, her tone playful, “did you really mean it when you asked Martins to spend the night? And if yes, where exactly was he going to pass the night? In your room? On your bed? With you?” She giggled mischievously, her eyes sparkling.
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