Still Love You

Still Love You


     a story about Sophia who suffers heartbreak in the hands of her love due to her Ex:Boyfriend.


“It’s over, Chris! It’s over!” “Enough is enough! She replied through her sobs. “I know I’ve offended you.” “I tried all my best to make you realize how sorry I am.” “To make you come back to me. But it seems you do not love me anymore.” She wailed. Her tears like block of ice fell on the portrait. “You hate me,” “it is now clear.” “It’s over, Chris!” “It’s over!” Sophia smashed the portrait on the floor. The portrait was enclosed in a frame. Her face was rained in tears. She was done enduring for love. Her heart would no longer burn in heartbreak. The bruises had caused so much pain in her flesh. Her numerous attempts to make him come back again, drown in the mud. She mustered courage to pick up herself and let go the stab in her soul.

She bent towards the broken frame and picked up Chris picture. She tore it and cried loudly, what seemed like her last tears to her forgotten love.

A portrait she had always cherished. A portrait she wakes up every morning stole a look at it and allowed a smile on her lips. It hung’s at the edge of her bed besides her pillow. There was always an euphoria that moves through her body each time she looked at the portrait. It was like a crowd of butterflies in her belly, troubling her in a pleasant way. Her life depends on the portrait. She cherished it like a monkey and banana. She remembered how Cynthia her house mate would get jealous seeing the portrait hung on her bed, and she had warned her in a cheeky manner not to touch it. She cuddled the portrait around her chest sometimes.

Her first Sex with Chris would always stick in her skull: the pleasures, the touches, kisses, fondling and finally the intercourse; almost took her brain off, an experience never to be forgotten. Though it became their last Sex, but something happens in one’s life once and it speaks forever.

That fateful day, she came to visit Chris. She was looking very seductive. Trickle of semen drench his boxer as he took a stare on her. He welcomed her with a kiss which turned to a long kiss. He stroked her salacious body, slipped his hands underneath her dress which sent shivers down her spine. He fondled her breast, fingered her vagina. She moaned when she felt his fingers fondling her wet vagina, agitated as if she was shocked by electricity. She loved every moment. Her clothes were yanked off and she lay nude on the bed. Gently, he slid his dick into her bowel of paradise and they both perished in the land of erotic pleasure.

Sophia walked on the tarred road. She was going to the salon. Her last hair was four days old; perhaps she wanted to look beautiful for Chris.

As she was walking, an ash Toyota Camry car drove and pulled up at the other side of the road. A chocolate, tall, moderate guy came out of the car and screamed her name. She turned and saw the emotion killer, a gentle man but not a gentle soul. Who finds Joy sipping from the cup of emotional trauma others went through? He was dressed in a blue corduroy jeans and a red round neck. He also wore a gold semi-long chain that might have caused him a fortune and white snickers that had the logo of an Adidas. She sneered at him and walked on.

Frank chased and pulled her hand, she angrily let go off her hand. The touch irritated her. The sticky, filthy and musty of his hand ran through her thought. Painting a face disdain, she stopped.

“Are you sick?” “Who do hell are you to touch me?” she scowled. “Do I know you?” “Back out!”She moved on. The nice smell of his cologne disturbed her nose, but it smelled offensive and disgusting to her. That word “who do hell are you? Do I know you?” murdered his spirit and left his brain to streaks of thoughts. Shock and surprise knocked his skull – A lady, he dated for four good years would claim she knew him not. He suddenly turned a stranger in her face. Frank was her first lover before she met Chris.

He quails behind her. He wanted to touch again to get her attention but her angry voice buried fear in him. He looked like a coward, wilting behind her as if he had a pain on his leg.

“Please, let me explain.” He finally found a voice. “I know you are hurt and mad at me but please hear me out.” He softly spat.

“What do you want to explain?” “What do you have to explain?” she snarled. “That you got to the state and become insane not to remember anyone and suddenly fall out of love.” “Ehh?” “Tell me!” her eyes widened, sending out threats. “All I need now is a breathing space.” She trudged on.

“But just allow me to explain.” He said as he followed her. His words were hurting her ears. A bike pulled up after her wave and she was drove away out of sight. He stood humiliated and drowned in his stare.

Sophia lay on the couch engrossed in a novel. She laughed to herself at the read of any hilarious moment in the novel.

Kpo Kpo Kpo

She heard a knock. She sat upright and focused her gazed at the door, painting a face of surprise.

She was expecting no one. Cynthia, her house mate had gone for lectures and will not be back till evening. She scanned her wall clock to found out the time. 10.30a.m the clock ticks. “No. Cynthia would not be coming home at this hour and Chris would not come without first calling. Who could that be?” She whispered to herself.

A knock again

“Come inside the door is not locked.” She said. Her fingers dug in between the page where she stopped reading. She focuses at the position of the door. Slowly, the door opened and Frank entered in a creepy manner. A smell of palpitation moved in his veins. Instantly, Sophia became dumb. She lost her tongue to speech. She couldn’t believe what stood at her front. She died in shock. He was the last human she expects to see in her house. She was confused by his temerity to walk into her house. To have located her house and still have the guts to walk inside is enough for her to be charged to court for murder case. Some one’s heart was racing breathing faster and that was Sophia.

Silence roamed the house for about one minute before she finally broke the silence with exasperating questions.

“First of all, how did you locate my house?” “And what do you want, Frank?”

“I want you.” He quickly knelt in front of her, holding her legs. Sophia opened her mouth dumb founded. “Sophia, I need you.” “My life had crashed without you. It had become an oven of fire burning my heart to ashes.” “A seed fallen on pebbles of thorn.” “My soul is hell without you.” he said through his sobs. A pang of tears clouded his vision, wanting to trickle down his face. Sophia felt attacked; she was not that emotional strong.

“But what happened?”She managed to ask.

“When I got to the state, I was blackmailed by my friend and the cops got me arrested for a crime I did not commit.” The tears began to pour out freely from his eye. “I spent one year and seven months behind bars.” “After I was released, I lost everything. I lost contact of everyone, my family, friend and you ….” His tears fell on her leg and on the floor. Sophia looked remorseful and guilty, she felt pity for him and she began to sob. “I became lonely, rejected and dejected; walking on the street and began looking for job to start all over again.” Tears began to trickle down Sophia eyes “I begged to buy food.” “The other day I ran into…”

“Shh…” Sophia interrupted him, placing her second right finger on his lips. “Its okay.” she softly said through her sobs. Rains of tears from both eyes flooded the sitting room.

“Come here” She said stretching her hand to hug him. She pulled him up from his knelling position gently and made him sat beside her on the couch. She wrapped him. He buried his face on her breast; sobbing and she patted him like a child who had his mother singing a song of lullaby to make him stop crying and sleep.

Unfortunately, Chris walked in. It was obvious; he did not called her of his coming. The door was left open when he came. He saw them enveloped each other like love bird. He saw Frank laying his head on the breast of his girlfriend. They didn’t notice his presence as Sophia also buried her face at his back, humming. For thirty second Chris stood like a statue doubting his stare. Shock occupied his senses.

“Sophia!’ he shouted in agony. They both panicked and quickly separated from each other. Chris walked out heartbroken in a down casted spirit. Sophia chased after him but he drove off before she could come close.

“Oh my God! What have I done?” She scowled, filled with regret.

“Sophia, who his he?”

“Please Frank, it’s no time for questions, you have to leave now.” She perturbed, joggling her legs.

“But why?”

“Leave!” she roared like an angry lion into his face.

“Okay…” He nodded randomly and walked out. Another round of tears began to pour out, followed was continuous gushing out of catarrh from her angry nostrils.

After she was done crying and agonizing, she went to visit Chris, to apologize, and explain the picture of what he saw. She took her time to look beautiful as it is one of the reasons why he loved her. But when she got to Chris house, he was not ready to listen to any of her apologies. He turned deaf and chased her out of his house. Followed with a serious warning never to step her foot in his house forever, else death with be the option

She went back home a furlong fellow dejected and continued in the terra firma of tears, Where tears had originated She loved Chris from the depth of her soul he had showed her love. He had become the flower that never fades away her shining light in the corridor of darkness, always there for her when she needed. There is no way she would stop loving him.

Her friend, housemate Cynthia also went to apologies to Chris on behalf of her friend, but what she experience made her to took on oath not to step her foot there again The threat and anger of his face is enough to respect yourself, save your life and remain in your shell Sophie looked slimmer she lost weight she had no appetite of food. Each day she remains in her chain of tears and pain. Her friend became a loquacious because of her situation. She talked and talked to her to let go of Chris and not to killed herself because of a guy who is not ready to accept her back. But she would listen she kept pouring blame on herself that for her stupidity Chris has abandoned her.

One evening, she stood close to her window and looking through it in her bedroom. She was burial in the several thought of how Chris showered love to her

There first sex which was a parading of pleasure, the way they played together at the pool, his touches and kisses ,going to watch movies at cinemas ,his expensive bouquet of flowers. Her heart clumped in sadness. Waves of sorrow slapped her face. She looks down casted and neglected. She began to cry again like a baby deprived of breast feeding she sang in through her tears.

Please forgive me I don’t know what to do,

Please forgive me, I can’t stop loving you.

She sang in depression.

Cynthia came back from lecture and saw her singing and crying beside the window she shook her head in pity in her low spirit she gently dropped her bag on the bed and walked to her to console Sophia her eyes were swollen with tear.

“It’s okay, love.” “It’s okay.” Cynthia said in a meek tone and pulled her together “you’ve cried enough.” “I’m afraid your eyeball will rip out of its socket” She hugged her. Cynthia looked as if she wanted to join her in the table of tears but she held it.

“What have I done to deserve this?” “Is it a crime to love?” Sophia wailed, still in tears. “Haven’t I done enough sacrifice for my wrong?” poor Sophia.

She looks humiliated.

“It’s okay, love. It’s okay.” Cynthia consoled, putting her on the back and wiping off her tears with the back and front of her hand. “It’s good you’ve cried for your pain.” “You can’t kill yourself.” “After you are done crying, you move on.” “It is time to move on, love.” Sophia nodded like an agama lizard as Cynthia dried her tears.

On the day of Chris birthday, Sophia made a special birthday cake for him. She paid a professional cake baker to baker her best cake. She made the cake to win back his love. She took the cake to him, and to her shock; he smashed the cake on the floor, stepped on it and rained beating on her body. He had warned her never to come to his house and she summoned the gut to come with a ‘buff day’ cake. Who told her he was interested? Sophia went home humiliated. It was done for her- that ended her love for him- their love became a rotten Egusi soup that hade not be heated for three days-broken into pieces of glass that cannot be mend- it became a miscarriage that cannot be recovered. It was obvious and clear in her eyes that she is no longer wanted. The hand writings are written on the wall.

“It is time to move on Sophia.” She confidently whispered to herself

“You wan kill yourself?” Indeed it was time to move on.

Chris slowly walked inside. He walked close to her and gently touched her shoulder. She palpitated and turned to him. To her amazement, she saw Chris. Her face wrinkled with surprise.  She became quite and cold inside. Chris bent down and picked up one of the torn pictures. He started at it. She melted gradually like a burning candle and then trembled. She remained speechless. Slowly he let go off the half picture, dried her tears with his hand planted a kiss on her succulent lips. “I STILL LOVE YOU.” He said and wrapped her.

Name: Alloy Francis. BIO: I am  a writer of Fiction.






8 thoughts on “Still Love You” by Alloywrite (@ify1986)

  1. @ify1986 it’s a beautiful story and I love it but I tink u nid to take time to edit the mistakes in it. Mistakes like using a past tense to follow ‘to’ and u should also pay attention to ur tense balancing, something like inconsistent use of tense and finally, typographical error. You could try to improve on its ending too, make it more dramatic or so, chris shouldnt just enter like that from no where saying ‘i stil love u’ and d whole story wil end. I dnt dig dat, but above all, it’s a nice attempt. Well done.

  2. @wasiu. Thanks man, noted. At the end, I just want to create a surprise and also due to word length. Tanks .

  3. @Ify1986, you need to get job done on your story.

    First, you don’t use a set of quotation mark more than once in a sentence.

    Then, your story isn’t coherent. It’s all over the place.

    But all the same, well done.

  4. I got the writing style from a foreign writer but I got your points. Thanks for reading.

  5. I think I want to agree with Elektrika; and asides that I was barely able to connect with the feeling and emotion behind the story. I guess it’s a ‘showing vs telling’ thing.

    You can write. Step it up. Get better.

  6. Love will keep haunting humanity … But well, can we survive without it?

    Well done. Keep improving your art.

  7. @Chemokopi. I don’t we can ever do without love. It’s bond uneasy to break. Thanks for reading. Much respect.

  8. @Seun . Thanks boss. Corrections noted.

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