13 Where Jealous Hearts Meet

It had been two weeks since Wale’s death and neither Kenny nor Wale’s mum had come out of their rooms; it was like they had shut the world out entirely. The only person who had been keeping me company was Imran. He came every day, even after I had assured him he didn’t need to. “Come on, let’s go, you need to stop locking yourself indoors, life goes on,” he said as he literally dragged me out of the house. I groaned and cursed him inwardly for being such a pest. “Can you at least let me freshen up,” I was in pyjamas and no one had to tell me, I knew I reeked. He folded his arms, made his lips into a thin line, he looked like he was thinking hard whether to let me or not. After a prolonged moment, he blurted, “Ok, you have ten minutes, I’ll be waiting for you in the car,” he turned to leave but turned back, “you don’t want to know what I’ll do to you if you’re not out in ten minutes,” then he left, finally. Ten minutes, yeah right. I wasn’t the type, who liked to dress up