𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

76°/ Sorry Messages and Open Secrets

Shout out to 6ukunmi for being the reason I forced myself to start cooking this up😂❤️

And shout out to all my readers too, for forcing me to start writing this too! Y'all are the best! Oh and btw, if you haven't checked out 6ukunmi, make sure to get on to it as soon as possible oo! If you're a lover of poems, I believe you'll adore his work!😌❤️

This asides, I wanted to say something else. I don't like the subtle mockery of Dabi's illness that I see in my comments section sometimes. I have been meaning to address it. Dabi does have a mental illness for anyone who doesn't know it yet (even if I don't understand how someone reading this book wouldn't) so, laughing about it or being unnecessary mean about it is uncalled for. I understand that Dabi can be annoying, even if we can't love her any less, but in the real world, no one with any sort of mental illness, even down to depression, is not exactly sunshine and rainbows to live with. So, please, let's be cautious about the way we speak of Dabi. Thanks and God bless!😌❤️

That being said......... Let me just tag Iyanuoluwa-Temi. And Donaldprince. You guys will understand why when you read this chapter!😂♥️

~DABI~

I think may have underestimated the extent to which Marc may have been upset with me.

Okay, I will rephrase that. I don't think. I strongly believe, beyond all reasonable and unreasonable doubts, that I underestimated it.

Like, really bad.

On a normal day, Marcus Acha was always the first one to hit me up.

He did that all the time. He seldom ever missed out on the opportunity to be the first one to send me a message.

And sure, due to the complications that had come with the days that had passed by, counting from the day of the Bonfire party till date, he had not been messaging as frequently as he used to, but at least, he tried with a good morning text and a good night text all the time.

Even if never really letting me know what was going on on his side.

But at least, he put in some effort. And that meant a lot to me.

It had been hours since Chika and I had gotten back from school, and why my big head expected to see a text from him, even after the fight we had in school today, I don't even understand.

I mean... Marc was just like that.

Texting and checking up on me even when things were rough.

But, not today. After what had happened in School, he had not texted me the whole entire day.

Not a word.

Not even a letter.

Awful was an understatement to how that mad me feel. On God, I felt absolutely terrible. So, so terrible.

Of course, I wasn't stalking him at all, but I noticed that he was online around 5:24pm.

He went offline about five minutes after and even though disappointed, I was happy when he came back online by 5:47pm. Like, on the dot.