She had the last laugh.

She was the reason why he took the plunge.

She was there when he came back from purgatory.

She was always waiting for him near the grocery shop.

She was there when he came back after being rejected for the fifth time.

She was there when his fiancée broke up with him.

She was there when he broke down.

She was waiting for him when he tried to take his life.

Slowly,she unravelled him when he took her to his lips. 

She travelled into him and rot him away. 

She had the last laugh when he died a slow painful death of liver cirrhosis.

Love

She was not in love with him,she only loved the idea of him-she tried to convince herself.The person she thought he was,how could she have known that it was forbidden,in a normal world-perhaps- this was common knowledge.But this was CAR-Central African Republic- normal was a mere ephemeral word that the politicians spat out when inquired about the state.He was the rebel soldier who had raped his mother years ago,he was her father.They had committed incest,she cried bitterly as she cut herself.



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