All stories have a beginning, but this one starts from the end. He was found dead in his room, with a note close to him which simply states ” She killed me, not with a weapon nor poison but for her cold heart.”
He was the only son of his parents and never want for anything in his life. money comes easy and he was well loved by his family. No one could deny him of anything he wants because of his lovely smile and outgoing character.
He got all he wanted until he met her, the lady who would be the love of his life and catalyst for his demise. Love invigorates as well as poisons. It brings about life but cause the death of countless others.
It was an unrequitted love, one doomed to fail from the beginning. Not because he was not rich enough, in fact he controlled thousands of currencies, but because not all ladies could tolerate an intellectually retarded man not to talk of falling in love with one.
In a gathering of a hundred ladies, she was easily the most beautiful. Ebony beauty with amazing eyes like orbs of destiny. You could see in future in her eyes if you gaze long enough.
From the very first day he saw her, he was smitten and it was the perfect example of love at first sight. Her smile turned his knees into jelly even though the smile was not directed at him. Her face glowed radiant in the morning sun, and with the backdrop of the campus old buildings and modern upgrade. It was like a scene out of an heavily budgeted hollywood movie. With the grace of a panther and the lovely movement of a dancer, she swayed with the wind. Our hero walked close to her and the scent of jasmine and strawberry hit him. That was when he realized that she was pretty and rich. And at that moment, he decided he wants to be friends with her.
Moving with conviction and purpose, like he had never done before in his life, he walked towards her.
‘‘Her.. He.. He’ll… Hello’’ He stuttered.
Without a care in the world, she continued talking on her phone which she had brought as he was going over to her.
Not to be dettered after having gone that far. Like a lamb learning how to walk, he waited patiently while swaying from left to right.
‘‘Take care and have a nice day’’ she said to the phone. Turning her attention to him and throwing him the dazzling smile that’s her trademark.
‘‘how may I help you? ’’ she asked sweetly.
And at that moment, the blood in his body obeyed the law of gravity and rushed from his brain and gushed to another organ. He forgot how to talk.
‘‘you know what? I will see you later, I have a class now! ’’ she said.
And like the gazelle that she is, she trotted away gracefully.
But on seeing her walk away, the blood returned to the usual position in the brain and think he could.
‘‘I don’t want to be friends with her, I want her to be mine’’ he thought.
And with renewed determination and inexplicable vigour, he followed her to her class. The lady had no idea he was following her. Rushing towards her class, she couldn’t wait to gist her friends.
‘‘hello girls’’ she beamed at her friends with her captivating smile and they responded with the same enthusiasm.
‘‘I’ve got a nice juicy gist for you’’ she started without beating around the bush.
‘‘can you guess who approached me today? ’’ she asked to which they replied ‘‘no’’
“you know that saliva dripping and ugly boy that always move around like a faulty generator dancing on a spot? ” she asked.
‘‘that’s like 50 percent of the boys in this college’’ one of her friends retorted.
‘‘I’m talking of the one that his face looks like a gorilla had sex with a polar bear’’ she replied
‘‘Well, that narrows it down a bit’’ another one said.
‘‘it’s that mentally retarded son of the rich chimpanzee ’’ she concluded.
A ripple of emotions showed on the faces of her friends. From disbelief to surprise, to anger and finally they all burst out laughing. But just as it started, the laughter stopped. They realised that he had been standing behind them all along. He heard every single word they said.
And like a cemetery on a cold night, there was deafening silence. Emotions he had never felt before passed through his consciousness. Annoyance and hatred of himself and his condition. And without further thoughts about it, he went straight to his room and took out the last batch of razor he bought and slit his wrists. But not before he wrote the note.
‘‘no one will hurt me ever again, no one will call me mentally retarded when I’m no longer around. No one will make fun of my condition ever again. I am going to soar above them all.’’ He thought as his blood soaked the oriental rug that was given to him as a gift the previous Christmas by his parents.
And thus, we come to the end of the story, or rather the beginning of his end.
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Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
Sophocles Writes 
2 replies on “Cold heart”
Hmmm, it’s indeed a beautiful and captivating story
Kept it up my dear
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Thank you so much. 😘
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