The death of Ruth
Taale_ Writes@ebosetaleemmanuel622588
1 day ago
"I need a hug" she said, pouting and her eyes misty. Her words sank like heavy metal in water, I doubted my hearing. Ruth, the proud and haughty friend of mine, the very person who I least find solace in and she'd take every opportunity to glorify herself. I search her eyes, I was sure she'd meant what she said but why? I thought. Why would she come to me now, why is she tempting me with a payback. I smiled, unfriendly and crossed my legs. I was enjoying this, enjoying Ruth needing something from me, enjoying her begging and I wasn't planning on giving in.
"I need a hug." she repeated, tears at the corner of her eyes.
"What for?, people like you don't have needs of hugs do they?" I said.
Her hands was still wide open, stubbornly she snapped "It's just a hug!"
I knew she'd snap eventually. "Exactly, it's just a hug." for once I was on a higher ground than she was and I intend to enjoy that privilege.
She dropped her hands and let the tears spill. "I'm such a horrible person aren't I?"
I shrugged and went back to reading but she knew the answer. I didn't look up until her steps faded and I heard the door shut loudly.
I sighed, searching for any bit of guilt but I found none. She deserved it I thought.
Ten minutes later Daniel rushed in panting, and sweating furiously. His eyes puffy and red, he gasped for breath. I looked up and frowned.
"What is it?" I asked.
"She's dead." he managed.
I stood abruptly, falling some books. "Who's dead?"
"Ruth."
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