1 Prologue

"It does not hurt to truly have it all, Power. You are an extraordinary person, I have never met someone like you. You live a life that many wish for, for crying out loud you are genius… in fact saying that itself is an understatement , embrace it," Mike said. It feels good to call him that, 'Mike', his name is actually Michael Jackson Cooper. Only those whom he considers as his friends are able to call him that, I am proud to be one of the two. John McKinley, his best friend, also has the luxury of calling him that, it's only the two of us that call him that though, that's what makes it special.

"You don't understand. You don't know me, so drop the illusion of thinking that you do. I have lived 400% of my worst life. My life isn't cherries and peaches like many suppose. I am only left with Lefa, other than him, I have no one." I said as tears started to well up in my eyes for the first time in front of anyone.

"Power…the only way to heal is to open up," Mike said as his facial expression drastically changed to a facial expression laden with concern, a look that could worry any child from ever stealing sugar from the sugar container. He continued, "To share your pain, I am here and I am not going anywhere, I will always be here if you are ready to talk. I will always provide a shoulder for you to cry on. I will always be here for you. I shall be your friend. Please trust me. I hope one day…you will be able to trust me enough and share your pain with me." He effortlessly uttered those words as if they weren't too many promises for one person to fulfill. Michael is the only one here that calls me, Power, he has earned the right to call me that on my first day here, back home it was Omaatla and Lefa's right.

He immediately left my room after his mini speech full of promises. If I hadn't known better, I would have said that those were the words that I needed to hear, reassuring words?!

I've started to abhor the words "always be here", for those words nearly destroyed me because people who spat it out more often tend to break their promises far easier than they had intended, mainly by death. Breaking their promise of being here 'eternally' as if immortality even exists.

Maybe Mike is right though, maybe the fear of losing someone I truly care for is still stuck with me and even so it is still left unresolved. No! I cannot, I wouldn't start any relations. Not now, I have too many wounds and I had a rude awakening of becoming more of a realistic. What if I loose the person close to my heart again, I shall surely go insane! No, I can't risk it…not again.

Though something in me wanted take Michael's side. I can't risk my vulnerable heart again. The 'foreverness' is never eternal.

I was brought to reality by a rude knock on the door.

"Amandla!" she hissed.