We all have to trudge through the darker aspects of existence.

I was a shallow, daring, fierce, troubled girl that envisioned a future with the wight and it all started like so...

mid-April 1st,

fogy clouds covered our empty entourage. birds were unusually chirping in the morning. I was in nothing but a dull pajama, the baggy trouser reaching just below my ankles obnoxiously making me step on it now and then, not to mention the unfastened buttons of my top, when I abruptly bumped into her.

"Good Heavens, Azra you look like you've just seen a ghost!" She said

"That's because I have!" I mumbled to myself.

"fix your face and fix your hair! NOW!" She yelled loud enough that I felt as if my ear had started bleeding.

I never thought I’d see him again let alone hear his voice. The fondness I grew for him when I heard about his death is still an enigma.

I loved him because of the intangible truths that stripped him bare beneath my gaze. When death took him away from me, It then came to my attention that it was dark enough in his mind that he ended up erasing himself as a human being. It was too late for me to seek the truth of his heart and I mean to say the entire of it no matter how dark it was. When alone he drowned. My angel ached for death long before it was even bestowed.

-Shifaa Uwineza.