Gucci shoe.



The sound of her feet, kept on destroying the silence of the environment.  She hated him. She hated the fact that he could make her feel this way. Bisi felt lumps in her throat. She tried to remember what she could have done to deserve the way he treated her. She swallowed the lump.

She heard Tomi's step after her. It was getting closer. Holding her skirt that kept on moving with the wind as her feet moved forward. She felt him closer.

"Stay away from me Tomi. I hate you." She screamed, hating the way her voice sounded.

"Just stop Bisi. It's still the same thing." He responded, equally screaming but with a clear voice.

He ruined it.

He ruined her birthday.

She felt a hand on her waist, stopping her from running further. Without words, she felt his lips on hers. Seeking entry into her mouth. His tongue kept pushing her lips wider. She tried to kick him, wiggling from his hold. She had to keep reminding herself. He was a liar. And, all this, the joining of their lips was nothing, but a lie.

"I'm sorry." she heard him whispered against her lips. The tears dropped then, a voice she hardly recognize, mimicking that of a mouse said. "You promise me a Gucci shoe, but you bought that non-designer shit."

"I know. And, I'm sorry. I'll get you a better one." he sealed it with a kiss.

The end.

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