Dancing With The Devil

A short story on heartbreak and pain

Oganga Mangiti

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I met him last night.

Who?

Him….

Oh!!! him … What happened?

I really don’t know, plus it wasn’t planned. And it hurt, it hurt bad. He was with another girl.

Wait, did he see you? Or what do you mean by, you two met? Also, what did you expect?

She was pretty Ciiku, and that’s what hurt the most,… and I stalked him all night, that’s what I mean by we met. I heard he was back in town and I couldn’t resist. I wanted to see him, I needed to see him.

Why do you keep doing this to yourself Ciiru? He moved on, you have to as well. You have to let him go, plus you have only yourself to blame on how things turned out between the two of you.

I know, I know… but what I would give to go back in time, for him to see me, like he once did. For him to have seen me last night, as I stole glances, hoping he would have noticed me.

But you broke his heart Ciiru, what do you think would have happened when he saw you? Do you think he would have taken you back? Walked up to you, held you in his arms and kissed all the places that now hurt?

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Oganga Mangiti
Oganga Mangiti

Written by Oganga Mangiti

Oganga Mangiti, is a self-published poet & author | Best Seller and top writer | 2020 Bakanal De Afrique Fellow | Author of Love & Pain; To Heal A Broken Heart.

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