He had been dating
her for six months and counting, but she didn’t know that yet. All his friends
knew she was the love of his life except 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.
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