The cellos

Dear readers, welcome to another episode of lolu's diary🥰.


I woke to a swollen face, half blocked nose, I smell bad. The way i looked in the mirror got me so irritated, despite having shaved all of me. All my hair's are gone still I could smell him in my nostrils. I just couldn't help it ain't ever coming back, the hot tears broke loose again. He died two moons ago' why do I still feel this way? Oh how many years was it? My bad we met six moons ago, oh olu! He was everything to me, he loved me? No he showed me love.

The smell of the fresh coffee in my nostrils keeps bruising my dry tongue, i never wanted him to go that night, i felt restless and nervous. The way he made love to me over and over again felt different, he was been so deep, and clingy. His thrust was weird deep and painful, it had this emotional bitter feel as he carreesed my thighs and nipples, graced my skin with a  hard squeeze. That was the sign! Oh the cellos he kept on listening to this sad blues odd music till i dozed off. And the rain was so heavy, i didn't hear a sound when he tip toed out to his death.

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