It was my fault. I didn’t want it to happen, even when all the signs came my way. The red flags shouted, but I silenced them. My mind kept whispering through the window of my heart why now, after graduation?
When Blessing called, her voice sounded softer than usual.
“I want us to talk about this issue,” she said.
I paused. Blessing had never been this humble, never this calm. Her tone carried something different a sincerity that made me curious, maybe even hopeful.
I smiled when I heard her voice, though a part of me still doubted her intentions.
“Why now?” I asked myself.
Two days later, she visited my home. The rain had started to fall, a soft evening drizzle that made everything smell of wet dust and memory. She sat on the edge of my bed, uninvited but not unwelcome. Her eyes said things her lips couldn’t.
Something about the moment felt too close, too sudden. My mind warned me, Think through this. Could you give account for a yes or a no?
Her movements were slow, deliberate, almost tender. My body froze between reason and temptation. I rose from the bed, heart pounding like thunder outside my window.
She tried again reaching for my hand, smiling faintly, as though searching for warmth. But I could see confusion in her eyes, a conflict deeper than her words. When I looked closer, her tears glistened like rain salty and unsure.
“Why are you here, Blessing?” I asked quietly.
She smiled faintly, her gaze heavy with emotion. “You think I came to seduce you,” she said. “But I came to tell my side of the story.”
Silence filled the room, heavy and alive. The thunder rolled again, like the echo of our thoughts. I stood there, caught between guilt and grace, realising that not every visit is a temptation sometimes it’s a confession wearing the wrong face.
Maybe the red flags weren’t about her after all.
Maybe they were about me the part of me that still struggled to listen.