Whirlwind of emotions

Jerry's word kept echoing in my ears , I couldn't believe it, all this while we have been living in the same neighborhood , we attended the same secondary school and we worshipped in the same parish but we were not in talking terms , not that we were having issues , but I was just the hi and hello type , extremely reserved if not shy.

I vividly remembered the first time we spoke , it was when his mums ware house was robbed, not too long after , he lost his younger brother to an ailment.

Hey , jerry , I greeted , as he approached me .

I'm really sorry for your lost , I hope time gives you the chance to live above the pains.

But he kept staring at me like someone who had seen a ghost. I felt my spirit drowning inside if me as I watched him burst into an uncontrollable sob.

As one who was a reserved , I felt nervous. Not knowing what to do. It

Part but passerby kept staring at us and nodding their heads in pity thinking that we were young couples breaking apart.

With the

I tool a turn , about to leave....