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One of the notifications was in fact a message from Kingston but my eyes zeroed in on the one from Angelia. She

had texted me, | thought with a healthy mix of apprehension and relief. Whatever she had to say, good or bad, |

would take it as long as she talked to me. My heart

thundered as | clicked in on her message.

'We need to talk, meetat Oriental park at five.

She toldwhere at the park | would find her but that was it, still, she wanted to meet and that had to be good,

right? At least, she wasn't blocking our numbers and never talking to us again. This was a great start, it had to

be. Seeing the time, | noted that | had an hour before | had to be there and not wanting to risk being late, |

decided to pack my things and leave now. Since Monday, | had hoped for the opportunity to talk to her and now

that | was going to, | was suddenly nervous. This might be the only chance | would get and | couldn't fuck it up,

no

pressure.

Forty minutes later | found myself at the entrance of the park she had asked us to meet. Following her

instructions, | turned left and walked down the trail. The sun made the suit | was wearing uncomfortably hot

even after | had abandoned both the jacket and tie in the car. | walked by a family with their children running

ahead and chasing each other. They made such a beautiful

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picture of a future | longed for. | had never had the traditional family, with two loving present parents but |

craved for the t| could give my children what | never had. | didn't need the

‘traditional, though, just the loving part. | was so lost in the imaginary future that it took a second before | saw

her standing just a few feet away. My breath hitched and my feet stopped moving. At the moment, it felt like |

hadn't seen her in weeks and as much as | had missed her, | hadn't

known how much until | was looking right at her.

She was absolutely breathtaking with the sun painting her hair golden. | couldn't see more than her side profile

but there was a sadness to her that squeezed my heart. For a short while, | just

stood there, taking her in. She was standing right by the lake, holding a bag of what looked to be pallet food,

presumably for the ducks currently swimming near her. This was the place she had

been tellingabout. This was where she sought refuge when she wanted to get away from all

the noise. My eyes found the pallet of food again, remembering that she used to feed ducks with her

grandmother. They had been here for their last tbefore her grandmother passed away. When | looked back

up at her face, she had turned towardsand her eyes locked on mine. The intensity of her sadness hitlike

a fucking train and | suck in a breath. We did that, we caused that.

It was hard watching her like this with palpable sadness written along the slight frown at her lips,

in the redness around her eyes and the blotchy nose. It was even harder knowing | was the cause

of it. As we sat down, | kept space between us, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. It was plain torture

having her this close but out of reach. She was staring straight ahead at the lake, avoiding any sort of eye

contact.

"lI am sorry," | whispered, breaking the silence between us.

"I wish | could express how sorry | am but there is no word for it."

Tears glinted in her beautiful eyes and gosh, the sight hurtdeeply.

"We should have told you.. " | began but she interrupted me.

"Then why didn't you? Why didn't you tell me? The night we met...I thought we were strangers but | wasn't a

stranger to you, was I?" Her voice cracked as she spoke and her pain seeping through, it was unbearable to

listen to. "Not a complete stranger, no." | responded honestly and as honest as | should have been right from the

start.

"What did you know about me? What did you find out aboutbefore we even talked to each other?"

Just thinking about how much we had actually kept from her madesick especially now that

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we had to face up to it. The words were stuck in my throat but I still forced them out.

"The night of the open house, we saw you talking to Jolene and we found out from her that you were a

submissive and that you couldn't afford the membership. The bouncers toldyour nand age." |

swallowed, feeling so fucking ashamed.

"From the private investigator, we learned that you studied Business Administration and that you moved to the

city two years ago and that you were from Abakaliki." | continued and didn't stop until | had told her everything,

we hadn't known much but | was enough. Tears were spilling down her cheeks by the t| was done.

"You knew my entire background and you thought it was okay? What if | had been hospitalized for a suicide

attempt or if | had been raped and it was documented? The private investigator must have been able to get a

hold of the records if he dug enough. Would that have been okay for you to know about without my permission?"

"No, it wasn't okay." | whispered, guilt ate atat the thought of how we had violated her privacy.

"No, it wasn't." She agreed.

"Then, why did you do it?" | shook my head.

"There is no reason or excuse for what we did. The only thing | can say is that no one else held all of our interest

before you. There was this...connection | felt the second I laid eyes on you and | know the guys felt it too."

"You know.. she started, looking back at the ducks or rather looking away from me.

"Since | found out, | asked myself if anything we shared with each other was real, | kept wondering if | had just

been sgto you..."

My hand cupped her cheek instinctively and turned her gently to face me.

"Please believewhen | say everything was real. Every single moment with you was real." Her eyes searched

mine as if she was looking to see if | spoke the truth. She must have found what she was searching for because |

could literally feel sof the weight leaving her shoulder. "It is all real, baby girl." | whispered, stroking her on

the cheek before pulling back and letting her have her space.

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change of topic.