LAST SEEN YESTERDAY 11:47

CHAPTER 1 And there I was again staring at his last seen yesterday 11:47..the blue glow from my phone screen burned my eyes in the dark hostel room 3:02am my roommate were snoring..but I was wide awake questioning myself what I did wrong..is it a crime to love someone? my name is Kamera Diallo...I love the name my parents gives me it means "classy and rare"and of course I'm rare you can't find me anywhere I'm an introvert..the kind of girl who read at the back of lecture..... the kinds who notice everything but says nothing. I'm in my 300 level in unilag accounting department.... first class or nothing mummy always says....I'm a brilliant girl and promising child.but tonight my CGPA couldn't save me from this ache I was staring at my phone wondering why Zayn haven't texted me for the past five months and his last seen was yesterday... wondering who Zayn is... Zayn kambai is my boyfriend...at least he was...his surname sounds weird right it means mysterious someone unforgettable... someone I loved... someone I can give anything I have...a dark handsome man...oh God he has it all. Zayn was a kind of person who doesn't talk too much...a calm guy he doesn't smoke... he's an engineer done with school... it's not like he's financially stable but I'm in for love not money..I'm not like all those Lagos girls chasing soft life and it's not like I have helped him in a financial way before but I love him...the type of love that makes you save his voice notes and replay them when you can't sleep and we hardly see he works in delta and I'm schooling in Lagos.... you see the distance it's choking. It started small "Good morning,my rare gem" because "morning".then "morning" became blue ticks with no reply.Then blue ticks stopped coming because he stopped coming he stopped opening message at all. Last thing he said to me was five months ago "kams, I'm swamped we'll talk later..later never came I dropped my phone on my chest and stared at the celling fan.The AC in my hostel had been bad for weeks,so we used fans that sounded like they were crying fitting my phone buzzed,my heart jumped.i snatched it up so fast I almost dropped. MTN "you have used up 80% of your data NOT HIM🥺 I scrolled up our chat,past the "happy new month" broadcast he didn't reply to past the "how was work"messages he left on delivered.past the voice note I sent at 1am when I missed him most. who was he texting at 11:47pm my chest got tight.The kind of tight that makes you think about you're about to die but you don't...you just keep living with the pain I sat up...the Lagos heat was suffocating but the thought suffocated me more enough....I was done being the girl who stares at last seen...done being the girl who writes paragraph and deletes them done being the girl who makes excuses for him "work is stressful "tell me "I'm busy "tell me "I'm done with you "communicate "maybe he lost his phone",I lied to myself NOOOO A man who wants you will text you from a Nokia torch if he has to my father taught me that. I opened his chat again: typed "Zayn,are we done?" my thumbs hovered over the send button if I send this... there's no going back if he replies with an excuse I'll know...if he blocks me I'll know but if I don't send it, I'll keep dying every night at 11:47pm .....I closed my eyes ....took a breathe then I deleted it because I needed to know something else first....I needed to know if the Zayn kambai I fell in love with ever existed or if I created him in my head. I locked my phone and laid back down... the fan kept crying Do you want to know how we met?why he stopped texting me? how I lost my v*rg*n*ty to him? because tomorrow, I'm buying a ticket to warri and I'm going to ask him to my face FLASHBACK 🥹 The first time Zayn texted me, it was 2:13am on a Tuesday. “Can’t sleep. Your voice dey my head.” I was in 300 level, hiding in UNILAG’s main library because my roommate Adijat was snoring like a generator.Acc301 notes were open but my brain was closed. I should have ignored him. Good girls don’t reply to strange boys at 2am. But I smiled like a fool and typed back: “You too dey my head.” He called 5 minutes later. His voice was deeper than his texts. We talked about everything and nothing. He told me he's an engineer. I told him I hated Accounting but Mummy said “first class or nothing”. We talked till 5:47am. The library cleaner found me sleeping on my textbook. I missed my 8am test. Got 32%. But I didn’t care. Because Zayn Kambai, the Warri boy with grease under his fingernails and big dreams in his eyes, had chosen ME.....and he stopped calling. Stopped texting. But he still viewed my w******p status. Every night. 11:47pm. Like a ghost. Like a habit he couldn’t kill. Sometimes I’d post just to see if he was alive. A picture of my food. A random quote. My “last seen” would say 11:30pm. His would say 11:47pm. Always 11:47pm. Like he was keeping a promise to torture me [Author’s Note] If you’ve ever cried over “last seen” at 3am, this book is for you girl 🥺 I wrote this for every girl who: - Stared at “online” but got no reply - Typed paragraphs and deleted them - Checked his “last seen” more than her own results - Believed “maybe he lost his phone” **Team FORGIVE Zayn or Team BLOCK & DELETE?** Comment below 👇 I need to know if I’m the crazy one. **Warning:** This book contains cheating, heartbreak, and Lagos to Warri bus scenes. If you have BP, take your drugs before Chapter 2. Chapter 2 drops TOMORROW if this gets 20 library adds. I’m not joking.