Meant To Be Random

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I crawled back into the bed. My stomach hurts so bad from the sudden rush I made to open the door. I am not a fit to be in a rush, my dying fetus is doing it slowly and I must be on the move slowly also. ‘ I have been thinking’ he said. ‘I am not happy, you make me think these days, I am loosing it’. I stared blank into his face. I heard all that he said but it felt like he wasn’t talking to me. I didn’t feel concerned, he must probably be reading out some jokes he saw online to me like he always do. ‘Pardon? I sit up on the bed looking indifferent. He continued, ‘ I have been thinking about the whole thing, it’s not adding up, maybe it’s just me who love you, maybe you don’t, I am beginning to think you are with me because of what I can offer you, I am so livid with this situation I am finding myself’.

I stared in utter disbelief, in confusion, the hair at the back of my neck rose, my feet feels cold, my eyes itch, my stomach gave a disturbing cramp but I held on to it. I didn’t show anything to ascertain that I was in pain, I felt a lump in my throat and swallowed hard. Babe, what’s the problem? I finally managed to say. I looked so puzzling and searched for answers in his eyes, in the eyes of the love of my life. You don’t get it? He asked me.