*Episode 6: New Roots, Not Old Branches*
A few months had passed since Glory’s note. Abike had moved on—not out of pride, but because her heart had learned to bloom in places she once thought would only hold pain.
She was no longer the girl who waited for apologies to breathe. She had grown.
School was rounding up for the term, and as senior prefect girl, Abike had more responsibilities. Surprisingly, it brought her closer to people she never noticed before—people who saw her for who she truly was, and never asked her to shrink herself to make them feel taller.
One of those people was Mufidat.
She was quiet, thoughtful, and had the kind of calm strength Abike admired. They started talking over a group project, but slowly, a bond formed. Not rushed. Not dramatic. Just real.
One evening, while they were walking home after a prefect meeting, Mufidat
asked gently:
*“Do you still talk to Glory?”*
Abike shook her head, smiling faintly.
*“No. And it’s okay. Not every friendship ends with fireworks. Some just fade.”*
*“But do you miss her?”* Mufidat asked, not nosy—just curious.
Abike paused. *“Sometimes I miss the memories. Not the person she became.”*
Mufidat nodded. *“That makes sense.”*
They walked in silence for a few minutes. But it wasn’t awkward.
It was peaceful.That night, Abike journaled again.
*"I thought the end of that friendship would break me. But instead, it made room for better things. Maybe some people are just lessons wrapped in laughter, meant to teach you how to choose yourself. I’m grateful now. Not because she left, but because I stayed—stayed true to who I am."*
She looked out the window again, the same one she used to cry by.
But this time, there were no tears.
Only growth.
Only light.
To be continued...