"It wasn't that hard to build, probably a lot more cheaper that I estimated." She assured, her face darkened seeing my face make a smile which showed and asked — I loved this but, was all this out of pity?

She flared her arms up and down, probably trying to say 'thats not what I intended.'

Well, she was the last person I could rely on and I was the last person she could talk to so, I just gave her a 'its a joke smile'.

"You,.. do you,,,, regret becoming my... Girlfriend?" I signalled, still stiff with my signals.

"We'll see." She whispered playfully, as she kept her hands behind her back.

Man, I wanted to hold em so bad.

As a man I knew the A, B and c's of a relationship but, as a virgin I never experienced it. I don't expect to do it anyway.

But like a divine ether send by heaven, a voice entered my head.

"Let's hold hands." She said without looking at my direction.

'the A.' my Guardian Angel laughed as I held her hand, my face burning red from my first step towards feeling love.

So it's true, men only recive their roses when they are nearing death. I joked inwardly.

This is not gonna last long either way, so why is she giving her time to a useless person like me.

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"What you are reading seems interesting." I heard a girl's curious voice behind me.

Turning my head I found a girl with large round eyes and hair pure black, it made me blush unknowingly.

"Well, it's the diary of my Grandpa's elder brother." I replied, while pointing at one of the tombstone nearby. "He is laid there."

[Abdiel Ekwensi]

[The man who believed,

The man who waited,

The man who loved unconditionally.]

"Quite a funny and sad epithet he choose." I joked, my eyes becoming colourless.

"You loved him?" She asked seeing my expression going to the darker side of the spectrum.

"He died when my mother was in process of delivering me. So, I never met him. This is the last thing he left behind from which I could learn about him."

"What did you learned about him?"

She was prying in quite a personal topic, making me uncomfortable. But then again, this diary's content had been eating me up from inside and with nowhere to vent and nobody to tell about it, I thought it would be more preferable to tell it to a stranger whom I accidentally met in a graveyard; never to see again.

"He changed."

What did she say?

"Ummm, miss," I stammered trying to find a suitable way to say something.

She looked at me and with unchanging eyes repeated.

"Your grandpa's elder brother was way different in the diary compared to what people said about him, right?"

Her words pierced through my head as I tried to make heads and tails of what she was trying to convey, or thought I tried to act like it.

"You aren't wrong," I affirmed, "from what I heard he was an ever loving goffy guy but, his diary tells me something else. Then again some pages are written in pure chaos while some are straight up torn."

I paused for a moment, the hell was I doing boring a girl with something she doesn't even know or understand. I was the greatest of the dorks out there. Aghhhhh!!!

"So," the girl muttered in a wintery manner, "may I know your name? I am Almiesis Smith. You see the grave near the grave you pointed towards, that's my great aunt's grave her name was Almiesis Doyl."

"Uhhh," I blushed real hard with that twist, controlling my ready to burst heart I replied, "nice to meet miss. Smith, my name is Abdiel, Abdiel Conan"