ALARIC
I have always noticed Kimani, but these days, I couldn’t help but look at her even more.
From the moment she entered a room, it felt as though the air shifted around her — softer, warmer, alive. At first, I convinced myself it was nothing more than awareness born from proximity. After all, we lived under the same roof, shared the same meals, and sometimes, shared quiet evenings that stretched far longer than I intended.
But these days, it was different.
It wasn’t just awareness. It was curiosity. Admiration. Maybe something deeper — something I wasn’t ready to name yet.
She fascinated me in ways I never thought possible. The way she loved to cook, humming softly under her breath, completely immersed in her world — like nothing else existed. How she insisted on making breakfast
