ILYASSA
NARRATOR...
I know, a meeting in a nightclub isn't the most discreet. But that's what happened...
That night... that infamous New Year's Eve, I let my friends convince me to make a little escape to the nightclub. They were mainly trying to find me a new girl. I was the only one in the group without one. I claimed I had let myself go in a place teeming with people of all ages, body types, and energies. The music was booming.
I felt my head spin and my eyes dazzle in front of the disco ball hanging from the ceiling. The truth is, I was seriously bored... I already missed my cozy bed. I thought about the next day, the excuse I would have to give my mother to justify my absence... you know how strict parents can be.
My friends were having a blast, indulging in "soft" drugs that sent them to seventh heaven.
I, on the other hand, remained a mere spectator, a neutral ion until she entered with her group of friends.
She was dazzling; her arrival lit up the entire scene, diverting all eyes towards her.
I had stared at her, and she returned a similar gaze.
I can't remember which of us took the first step; maybe we did it together, at the same second. It was somewhat what you call love at first sight. That sudden love that springs forth at the sight of your soulmate, that lascivious attraction that suddenly gives you the courage to say "I love you" to the stranger who has poisoned you with the love potion.
I was captivated by this girl; she became my aficionado.
Ilyassa & Sabah.
Sounds good, doesn't it?
However, I had no idea that we would be allergic to each other, that loving each other would be harmful. She had her quirks, and I had mine.
She wanted red, I preferred black.
She was night, while I was day.
Our love vehicle didn't have enough fuel to go far. We got lost along the way, and we hated each other for it.
Our WHIMS were the cause, the reason for our incompatibility. But leaving her, I never considered it. Because I had no control; Sabah pulled the strings...
So, let me introduce myself. I am Ilyassa Diome, of Sereer father and Peul mother. I'm 17 years old, attending Seydina Issa Rouhou Laye High School. My parents are going through a divorce, and I live with my mother in a small place in Parcelles Assainies. Physically, I am tall, slim, with short dreadlocks, and tan.
Because she is unique, I have decided to narrate to you: my story.
Once upon a time, her and me...
Once upon a time...#OUR WHIMS#
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*ABDOU RAHMAN*
I never believed that one day my heart would open to love.
I always told myself:
"Abdourahmane, you're not made for love, and no girl loves you, so don't love any at the risk of facing great disappointment."
Indeed, I am one of those repulsive boys who, out of shyness, keep their distance from others and have no friends at school except for a few rare people who take them for their clown.
But one morning, like any other, haunted by the same discomfort as usual, I had taken refuge in the school library, eyes fixed on a book I stumbled upon by chance on a shelf. And I read the following words:
"And one beautiful day, Kader met a beautiful girl..."
As if by magic, I dropped my book by accident, and a strange girl returned it to me.
That's when I felt that lightning-strike feeling called love.
Sabah,
Oh, Sabah...
Why did I have to love you?
Because of you, I became a monster...
#OUR WHIMS#
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