Melusi



The days felt like an eternity, each moment passing with agonising slowness. For three long days, I tried reaching out to Melokuhle, hoping for a response, praying for a chance to explain, to apologise. My phone call log was filled with countless attempts, and my messages remained unanswered, echoing the void between us.

I had tried everything to show my remorse, sending her gifts—flowers, chocolates, teddy bears—all in the hopes of conveying the depth of my regret. But the silence persisted, deafening me with the weight of my mistakes.

Her ring that once symbolised our love, was thrown at me by her father when I went again to see Melokuhle now rests on the my palm of my hand, a cold reminder of the love I had carelessly shattered. It once held the promise of our future together, but now, it feels like a heavy burden of my guilt.

I know that I have no one to blame but myself. No one had coerced me into making those terrible choices; I alone had succumbed to temptation, betraying the trust of the person I loved the most. The memory of Melokuhle’s tears and heartbreak haunted me, and self-loathing consumed my soul.

Lizzy who had witnessed my fall from grace, didn’t hesitate to remind me of my idiocy. She held nothing back, and her words pierced my heart like a thousand needles. “You ruined everything,” she would say, and I could only nod in agreement, knowing she was right.

I stared at my phone and dialed her number, hoping for a different outcome this time. But the line remained silent, her voicemail greeting replaying like a broken record. Each attempt felt like a stab to my heart, knowing that my actions had driven her away.

Sinking into the couch, I let out a heavy sigh. The weight of my guilt and the pain of losing the woman I love overwhelmed me. All I can do now is wait, pray, and hope that someday she might find it in her heart to forgive me.