The first time I saw him was on the school terrace, exactly 12:36 pm. I didn't care about the surroundings, but I was immediately obsessed with him—especially with the mole on his lip, that's my type. I was a bit grumpy back then so I ignored him. A few days ago, I received a friend request on Facebook from a woman I didn't know. When I opened the profile picture, it was her I saw on the terrace! So I immediately accepted her and replied to her chat.
Since then, our friendship deepened. That's when I learned that he was supposed to be in Grade 10, but they moved house often, so his studies were affected. Because of his stories, I got to know him better, to the point where we became friends and I started dating him. Not long after, he answered me, and that's when our relationship began. Even though there were gossip about him, I chose not to listen—as long as it mattered, I took care of him and I was by his side.
Our relationship became even stronger when he took me to his house. A few months later, I also introduced him to my family. Until one day, he opened up a heavy secret—he no longer wanted to live in his step grand uncle's house because he repeatedly raped her. He wanted to get away, so he asked me if I could save him. When I heard the story, my head went crazy, I wanted to hit the man right away, but he calmed me down.
Later, he asked me to get him pregnant, because that was the only way he could see to stop touching him. I agreed—because we both wanted it and we trusted each other. A few days later, we went to school together—she was happy, very cute and cuddly, so I was happy. But on our way home, I noticed that she was quiet, not hungry, and seemed to be thinking about something. When we got home, I kissed her before we parted ways.
When I got home, he messaged me again, and said he tried to touch her again but it didn't work out. After a while, he said he was going to wash the dishes. I waited for a reply but he never came back online. Until his aunt and cousin chatted, he was missing. We helped him search and when we found him, he was hanging and dead. I felt like I had been stabbed in the heart, hoping he would still live. We rushed him to the hospital, but it was too late.
