Die you must! - #DiaryOfTheHostage

I started last week with The Unfortunate Night and instead of just rushing the whole story, I wanted to build it into something you would love. The story is told of a man who out of... Nah!! I do not wish to reveal the story this way. Kindly share The Unfortunate Night with your friends as we anticipate the chapter two of the piece. Here is a piece I wrote from before and I want you to read.

...and I saw my shredded parts in your eyes and I wished you had died from before.

Now I am unbelieving to believe you wouldn't imagine my light grow dim, your innocence would not allow you the joy of hurting me.

I imagined your hands wiping my tears and comforting my soul. I imagined my eyes in your face, mimicking your beauty.



My imaginations are chaotic these days: how you'd sit by my side in the rain, how I'd wrap you in my arms, how I will stay up all night just to watch you sleep, how I will hate myself for not meeting you before now, how we would kiss and hate that we did, how we would walk the isle but go our separate ways, how you'd pack your things and leave, how we wouldn't speak for years, how we would bump into each other - you coming out of the coffee shop with hands entwined in your lover's. I would stand there lost in the memory of a life we never lived, the kind we only imagined.



I don't understand how you could love someone and hate them with the same measure. How you would lay with one man and in every breathe and moan, wish he was the other. How you would listen to the reverberating voice of mine and let a nostalgic surge run through your spine.


That smile of yours didn't seem right that day; I saw you in glasses of wine that laid abandoned on the table you sat at with him. You seemed lost in silence though he told you a story, but it sounded uninteresting to you. Maybe you weren't paying attention because you were caught up in a memory that now hunts you; it would find you - if it finds you, then die you must. I knew from the look on your face that you wanted something more. But that isn't a concern of mine anymore. I hate you with the same intensity I loved you by and...

I trust that I would come after you, with the same knife you thrust through me. You must have been curious to know that which formed a heart like mine. You watched my life end like a story with no beginning. You knew I couldn't find my way around this earth but you left me at the junction with a decision to make; one that I still fear to make.

I would hunt you with a determined heart; the same intensity I loved you by.

I love you but die you must.