Till Death Do Us Apart

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a/n: I'm indecisive, sue me :) enjoy

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❝before I met you, I never knew what it was like to be able to look at someone and smile for no reason.❞—a random photo found upon a Google search

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MARCH,
2016

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THE FIRST TIME HE SAW HER, He had been struck by lightning.

Not those lovey dovey metaphors and poetic poppycock things, actual lightning. He could remember it as clear as though it was yesterday, probably because it had been yesterday. It had been one of those days when Murphy's Law was at its best—everything and anything that could have gone wrong, went wrong.

First, he lost one of the biggest clients of his career to a competitor. He had worked so hard to land that particular client, only to find out that the client had been stolen—right under his nose, by a competitor. Two months of tireless work, All that research, the sleepless nights, the negotiations, and all of his hard work—poured down the drain.

He was absolutely incensed when he found out, the woman didn't even bother calling him to inform him, rather she sent him the rejection letter via email—imagine the audacity, email? after everything he had done for her!—sending him a measly two-paragraphed letter stating how she was "sorry things didn't work out", and how she's found "someone more suited to her needs", and that she's grateful for "everything he's done." You'd think she broke up with him with the way he was so worked up over it.

Mstw. Women.

As if that was not enough, the skies were an ominous dark grey when he left the office for home. He had driven off in a hurry, hoping to beat the rain and make it home as fast as he could.

Alas, the skies were too fast for him, for the raindrops started falling just as he drove round the roundabout and turned onto the expressway. Imran had forgotten that his brake was faulty, speeding down the road with reckless abandon.

He had been so busy with the client that he had not had time at all to take his car to the mechanic, and had been very careful as he drove around Abuja. Unfortunately for him, it had slipped his mind completely today.

Which was why when a boy rushed across the road, crossing it in a hurry, Imran stomped on the brake only for it to not work. His eyes widened in horror as he got nearer to the boy, repeatedly stepping on the brake. In a last ditch effort to not kill the boy, he swerved right, crashing into the brick partition between the incoming drivers and the outcoming drivers, banging his head on the steering wheel.

The airbags inflated, cushioning his head as he groaned. I'm definitely going to have a bump tomorrow. He exhaled, feeling himself tense up with worry and annoyance and all the day's frustration.

At least, he thought bleakly as his right hand rested on the metal stem of his gear shift, It can't get any worse now. As though on a personal mission to prove him wrong, the loudest thunder he had ever heard rumbled across the sky and before he could process anything, a stray lightning bolt struck his car.

The currents shorted out the engine, making it burst into flames, before travelling through the car and electrocuting him. 

He cried out in pain, his hands fumbling as he opened the car door and rushed out, collapsing in a heap on the tarred road. He lay there, tired, and let the raindrops fall on him.