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Maybe the night is dark and heavy for a reason. The darkness is for my kind to hide, to sink in it's comforting darkness and choke on our own tears. The silence is a chance for my own mind to start screaming at me, to come out in the open and confront me. It's heaviness comes with pain, here I am in the middle of the night crying my heart out. If Daffodil was here we would've cried together, we would have done this together. I hear a strangled sound escape me and I quickly stamp it down. After today no tears will be coming out of me.

This is the end. I will have to keep it in here and suffer being around my parents and Masimba. I can do this. Just when that thought crosses my mind I feel Tsitsi's arms come around me and she pulls me back against her. I thought she was asleep.

"I got you Qhawe,"

I know she means it.

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