I have a friend ,He had been dating a girl for six months
and counting, but she didn’t know that
yet. All his friends knew she was the
love of his life expect her. She was the
reason he masturbates in the toilet
before bathing, she was always the
subject of his wet dreams, but he had
been hiding his feelings all this while for
he lacked the courage to tell it to her
face, how he die in her arms every
night.
So as he sat by the pool side of
Rendezvous Hotel, ogling at her as other
boys took turn to teach her how to
swim, seizing the opportunity to touch
the breast and butts he had only touched
in his imagination. He ogled with envy
wishing he was the one giving her
swimming instruction in the pool.
His friends stared at him laughing
knowing the pain he was enduring, they
took turns to challenge and cajole him to
enter the pool and woo her. He got
angry and gulped the bottle of beer he
had been sipping for the past hour and
quickly selected the best out of the
thousand lines he had been rehearsing
for a day like this.
He walked towards the pool to cheering
of his friends. He called her name but
she didn’t turn back and so he dived into
the pool and that was when he
remembered he can’t swim.
Two days later as he lay on his back
motionless inside the cold coffin
searching through the familiar faces that
have come to pay their last respect to the
lad who drowned in the pool.
He searched and searched but the love
of his life was nowhere in sight. His soul
shrinks in regret at the thought that the
reason for his untimely death was
somewhere living her life.
Nice story line
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