Chapter 1
Start writing here…Hawi's p.o.v
"Always had been my ride or die, always fought my battles, loved me irregardless of my at times bitchy self and fixed my heart whenever it got broken unfortunately it's broken over you" shit what am I doing?! I'm sitting in my first literature class at the united state international university which had been my eternity dream and here I am messing up. 'This is not necessary darling enjoy and savor every moment of this, you worked so damn hard for it" my conscience convinces me.
"Good morning, welcome to your first literature class in USIU, call me Mr Brad I'll be your lecturer for the semester," a handsome, pale,red haired adonis beauty utters as he walked around the lecture hall. I was stupefied by his beauty, I listened keenly to every word caressed by his very kissable mouth.As he fixed his cufflinks I noticed a ring on his finger definitely meaning he was happily married, this realization shurtterd my hopes. End of session, I procided to my hostel, I couldn't help but notice the attention I was drawing, that is what I considered a good start. I got home and found a gothic girl having made herself comfortable in the previously empty bed right next to mine she was peacefully asleep.' Such a beauty!' I thought to myself. After a nice warm shower I got into my favorite black funnels and a t-shirt no sooner had I settled to watch my favorite tv show had my phone rang. It was my mom, we were going through a really rough patch but she was still the air that I breathed.
"Hello beautiful, how are you?" I could hear the excitement in my voice
"Hi baby, I'm fine ,I just I ....." She paused
" What's up mom? Are you ok?"
" Yeah baby, I just, I miss you so much." She said before breaking down into tears. For a moment we were silent listening to each other sobbing. In that specific moment I felt like taking a flight back to Kenya, I missed the warmth of her embrace but I had to be strong.
"Mom nakupenda lakini (I love you but), I have to stay here and complete my course you know? I will call you daily, send you pictures and I will take care of myself for us...... I promise."
" Nakupenda pia baby (I love you too baby) I'll take care of myself for us too." And she hung up.
I was so sure I wanted to cry out my frustrations and just then.....
"Hello, are you ok?..... I'm Reen" had almost forgotten about my new gothic roommate.
"Yeah I'm fine, why wouldn't I be? I'm Hawi " I said holding back my tears..... Damn she is beautiful
"Holy cow! You are as beautiful as the receptionist had explained, from which part of Africa are you from?"
" I was also just thinking about how pretty you are."
"Then allow me to sit and we'll be pretty together"
I instantly knew liked her, we spent the better part of the night talking and later went to sleep.
I woke up to a very aromatic scent that got my stomach rumbling out of hunger, my gothic roommate whose name I realized I still didn't know was still in bed. I wondered who was doing the majic in our kitchen.I got to the living room only to find a guy with a very well structured body and unusually long ginger hair in a ponytail very busy in our kitchen
"Hello! Who are you? I have reason to believe you are lost." No reply
"Hey!" Still no reply
I walked up to him and tapped him on his back, he turned and spilled a bowl of whisked eggs on me ' what a perfect way to start your day darling' my conscience glared at me
"Fuck, you just ruined my favorite funnel pants, you are here in my room cooking, how did you even come in here?" I asked him desperately trying to clean myself up. "Aren't you going to explain yourself?" I asked finally looking up at him because of his height.
I was thrown aback by his looks, was it legal for anyone to look as good he did? His eyes had this shade of green I hadn't seen before, perfectly shaped nose then my eyes lowered to his wonderful lips which complemented his very pale skin I almost tripped over myself.
