Lest I Wither In Despair__
We were hit by a storm last night. The blinding lightning and the roar of thunder woke me up even from my deep sleep. “Amamoh?” I whispered, the soft sound of my own voice drowned out by the loud thunder outside. Silence. I got out of bed and listlessly walked to the window. The raging storm once again began to stir up the now-familiar feeling of despair within me. I stared into the darkness of the night, which echoed the darkness inside me. Against my better judgment, I opened the rattling window. A gust of cold wind swept in accompanied by an angry flurry of raindrops, sending my hair flying into a tangled mess. I stood there in silence, listening to the thunder, soaking in its magnificence without flinching or backing away from the storm that greeted me. ----------------------------------------- “I have a feeling I don’t have much time to live, Amamoh.” “Shh… don’t say such things. You have to live for our wedding, you have to live for our walks along the Niagara Falls in ...