What we would've been.

I liked Toke,she was the life of the class,teachers' favourite, the Queen bee, I usually watched her from my seat at the back while in class, and from a secluded spot at the play ground.

She was always laughing and smiling at the jokes her friends cracked; her eyes always twinkled and her laughter was loud and musical to the ears.

I always looked for avenues to talk to Toke" borrow me your pencil" " lend me your note" "there's something in your hair" she'd smile at me and give me what I requested for. My day would be made, I'll smell the notes she gave me,they smelt like rose petals, like her.
I never really spoke to Toke, apart from those small talks. I was shy and scared of rejection although she was never rude.

There was something about her looks though,there were marks on her arms, you couldn't see it unless she folded up her sleeves, I got to see it one day. She was running around, sweaty but graceful. Her sleeves were up, the marks were from a sharp object, covered up wounds whose scars refused to go.

I saw her crying at the back of the toilet one day.
" it's nothing, maybe it's just a minor issue" I was too shy to ask and was relieved to see her smile later in class.

The day Toke died was gloomy,our maths teacher announced it" the school has just lost a gem, she committed suicide"

Everyone was baffled."but Toke is rich, she's happy, she's pretty, why would she kill herself?" they asked each other.
Nobody knew the answers to those questions.

I still don't know how I found Toke's grave but I know I paid her a visit. I saw this guy crying like a kid,his grey shirt soaked with sweat and his nose was runny.

" you came to see Toke, didn't you?" He asked.
" yes" I nodded solemnly.
" you're Maxwell,right?"
" yes, how did you know?" I was surprised.
"she always spoke about you, she knew I'd meet you. She described you as a tall, fine boy with rimmed glasses. She said you're her boyfriend "

I cried then,even worse than a baby, I cried for what Toke would've been,what we'd have been if I had just spoken to her those times she was alone at the back of the school.

Note : I know it's short, it's meant to be, subsequent posts will be lengthy, This is just an insight to what I have for you.❤

(C)kaffy,stories and you.❤