Zandile



As I stood there, my heart ached with the overwhelming feeling of loss. He is slipping through my fingers, and it tears me apart. The frustration and desperation bubbles up inside me, and I can’t help but let out a scream of anguish. I stomped my feet on the floor like a tantrum-throwing child, frustrated for not getting what they want.

But as I composed myself and stepped onto the balcony, a sense of determination washed over me.

Melusi is meant to be mine, and I refuse to let anyone or anything stand in my way. I smiled, feeling a glimmer of hope despite the pain.

Spending those few days with him in the resort made me realise how deeply connected we were, and that we are destined for each other. I won’t let go easily. He belongs to me, and I will do whatever it takes to make that a reality.

My grip on the railings tightened, my knuckles turning white as I held on tightly. Melokuhle might try to take him away from me, but I won’t let her win.

I took a deep breath and stepped back into what was meant to be my office. Everywhere I looked, there are pictures of Melusi, each one capturing his smile, his presence, and my love for him.

But where Melokuhle appeared in those pictures, I had scratched her face out, determined to erase her from the equation. In her place, I put my own face, a visual declaration of my claim over him.

“You will be mine, Melusi,” I whispered, my voice trembling with determination as I gently stroked his picture. “You will be mine.”

My heart swelled with a mix of emotions—love, desire, and possessiveness. I know I have to be careful, but I can’t deny what my heart is telling me.

I will fight for Melusi, fight for our love, and prove to him that we are meant to be together. And in that moment, despite the uncertainty and heartache, I find a flicker of hope that one day, he will truly be mine.