She had known that she was in trouble right from the first time they met during her interview.
From his firm handshake to the curved smile on his full lips that shouldn’t belong to a man, everyone else in the room seemed to fade out from her sight.
Is this what they call love Linda wondered to herself as the months went by and every single thought of hers had him in the centre?
She wasn’t even sure that he actually saw her beyond being a competent assistant at his beck and call.
She didn’t know how long she could continue working closely by his side each day without revealing her feelings.
Anna-Gaelle’s desire for self-torture outweighed her sense of self-preservation as she sat in a quiet corner of the pews and watched the proceedings.
She braced herself and kept a stiff upper lip even as tears pooled at the back of her eyes and a lump formed in her throat.
She watched as they exchanged their vows, which sounded like a death knell to her heart.
The brush of their lips as they sealed the nuptials tugged at her in envy and sadness; sending the message that he could never be hers clearly across.
Blinded by tears that streamed unbidden down her face, she stepped out into the drizzle allowing her tears to mingle freely with the raindrops.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha