The gentle thrum of raindrops tapping against the café window created a strange sense of calm, masking the storm brewing between Keisha and Tobi. They sat across from each other, their untouched drinks slowly cooling as tension thickened the air. A week had passed since Keisha discovered the cryptic messages on Tobi's phone, and every day since had been a battle between trust and doubt.
Tobi broke the silence first, his voice low and almost pleading. "Keisha, you haven't answered my calls. You've been distant. Talk to me."
Keisha met his gaze, her brown eyes tired but sharp. "There's nothing to say if you're going to lie again."
"I haven't lied," he said, gripping the edge of the table. "You saw a message. That doesn't mean anything happened."
She let out a hollow laugh. "So I imagined the 'Can't wait to see you again 💋' message? Is that what you're saying?"
Tobi leaned forward. "It was an old friend. An ex—yes. But it was nothing. She's the one who sent it. I didn't respond."
Keisha stared out the window, watching the rain blur the world beyond. "You should've told me."
"You're right," he admitted. "I should've. I didn't want to cause drama, so I thought it was best to ignore it."
"But hiding it is the drama, Tobi," she whispered. "That's what hurts the most."
They sat in silence, the air between them growing heavier with unspoken words. Finally, Keisha stood up. "I need time. To think. To breathe."
Tobi nodded slowly, pain flickering across his face. "I'll give you space. But I'm not giving up on us."
Over the next few days, Keisha threw herself into her work at the fashion studio. The team was preparing for an important showcase, and she buried her emotions under sketches and stitches. Yet, even amid the chaos, her heart still wandered back to Tobi his laugh, his eyes, his presence.
On the fifth night, Amara burst into Keisha's apartment with two pints of ice cream and a bottle of red wine. "We are not doing this sulk-in-silence thing," she declared.
Keisha smiled weakly as they curled up on the couch. "I just… don't know what to feel anymore."
Amara handed her a spoon. "You love him. That's obvious. But loving someone doesn't mean ignoring the signs."
"I keep replaying everything in my head," Keisha murmured. "Was I not enough? Did I miss something?"
"Don't go down that road," Amara warned. "Tobi's mistake is his. Not yours. But ask yourself do you still want to fight for it?"
Keisha looked down at her half-melted ice cream, her thoughts loud and messy. "I don't know."
The next evening, Keisha received a surprise visit from someone unexpected—Tobi's younger sister, Zainab.
She stood nervously at the door, clutching a small envelope. "Hi… I hope this isn't weird. Tobi doesn't know I'm here."
Keisha blinked. "Come in."
They sat quietly for a moment before Zainab spoke. "He hasn't been himself. Not since you left. He misses you."
"I miss him too," Keisha admitted. "But some things can't be brushed under the rug."
"I know," Zainab said gently. "That's why I brought this. He wrote you a letter. Said he didn't have the courage to give it."
She handed over the envelope and stood. "I'll let you decide. But just know, he's been trying."
When she left, Keisha opened the letter with trembling fingers.
"Keisha,
I know I've hurt you, and I won't make excuses. I should've told you everything instead of letting silence grow between us.
The truth is, I've never felt for anyone what I feel for you. You've changed me, shown me how to love without walls. And now I'm scared I've lost that.
But if there's any part of you that still believes in us, please let me show you I can be better.
I'm not perfect, but I'm willing to grow.
Tobi."
Keisha held the letter close, her eyes blurring. For the first time in days, she felt something shift inside her—a flicker of hope, battling against the hurt.
Meanwhile, Tobi sat at the rooftop of his apartment building, staring at the sky. The stars were dimmed by city lights, yet he found comfort in the open air.
His best friend, Dimeji, joined him with a cold beer. "Still waiting?"
Tobi nodded. "Yeah. I wrote her a letter. Zainab delivered it."
Dimeji raised a brow. "You're getting poetic now?"
Tobi laughed quietly. "I just wanted her to know the truth. No filters."
Dimeji clapped him on the back. "If it's meant to be, she'll come back."
The next morning, Keisha woke up with clarity. She dressed simply, grabbed her umbrella, and made her way to the old bookstore where she and Tobi had shared their first date. It was still quiet, just the way she remembered it.
She found him there sitting in the corner seat, flipping through a photography book.
Their eyes met.
Tobi stood quickly, startled and hopeful. "Keisha…"
"I read your letter," she said, stepping closer. "And I believe you."
His breath caught. "You do?"
She nodded. "But this isn't a fairytale, Tobi. If we do this, it's going to take work."
"I'll give it everything," he said. "Every day."
She smiled slightly. "Then let's start again."
The following week, they took it slow talks, long walks, movie nights, and shared meals without the pressure of labels or promises. They were learning each other again, like two strangers rediscovering familiarity.
But just as they began to rebuild, a new challenge emerged.
Late one evening, Keisha's phone rang. The caller ID made her stomach twist Dayo, her ex-fiancé.
She answered cautiously. "Hello?"
"Keisha. I know this is unexpected… but I need to see you. It's important."
Her heart thudded. "What's this about?"
"I'd rather tell you in person," Dayo said. "Please."
Keisha hesitated, torn between the past and present. "Alright. One meeting."
She didn't tell Tobi immediately. Something about the call felt unfinished, and she needed answers alone.
Two days later, she met Dayo at a quiet restaurant. He looked the same polished, calm, and calculated.
"Thanks for coming," he said, offering a small smile. "I've been thinking about us. About what I lost."
Keisha folded her arms. "Dayo, if you're here to open old wounds—"
"No," he interrupted. "I'm here because I made a mistake. And I want to fix it."
Her eyes widened. "Fix it?"
"I want you back, Keisha."
She stared at him in disbelief. "You left me heartbroken at the altar."
"I wasn't ready then. But I am now," Dayo said. "And I won't let anyone else have you."
Keisha's breath caught.
"I don't care about Tobi," he continued. "You were always meant to be mine."
She stood up, shaken. "You're too late."
"Maybe," he said calmly. "But I don't give up easily."
As she stormed out, her phone buzzed.
It was Tobi.
"Where are you?"
Keisha's mind raced. Should she tell him? Could this unravel everything they were trying to fix?
And worse was Dayo really planning something more?The gentle thrum of raindrops tapping against the café window created a strange sense of calm, masking the storm brewing between Keisha and Tobi. They sat across from each other, their untouched drinks slowly cooling as tension thickened the air. A week had passed since Keisha discovered the cryptic messages on Tobi's phone, and every day since had been a battle between trust and doubt.
Tobi broke the silence first, his voice low and almost pleading. "Keisha, you haven't answered my calls. You've been distant. Talk to me."
Keisha met his gaze, her brown eyes tired but sharp. "There's nothing to say if you're going to lie again."
"I haven't lied," he said, gripping the edge of the table. "You saw a message. That doesn't mean anything happened."
She let out a hollow laugh. "So I imagined the 'Can't wait to see you again 💋' message? Is that what you're saying?"
Tobi leaned forward. "It was an old friend. An ex—yes. But it was nothing. She's the one who sent it. I didn't respond."
Keisha stared out the window, watching the rain blur the world beyond. "You should've told me."
"You're right," he admitted. "I should've. I didn't want to cause drama, so I thought it was best to ignore it."
"But hiding it is the drama, Tobi," she whispered. "That's what hurts the most."
They sat in silence, the air between them growing heavier with unspoken words. Finally, Keisha stood up. "I need time. To think. To breathe."
Tobi nodded slowly, pain flickering across his face. "I'll give you space. But I'm not giving up on us."
Over the next few days, Keisha threw herself into her work at the fashion studio. The team was preparing for an important showcase, and she buried her emotions under sketches and stitches. Yet, even amid the chaos, her heart still wandered back to Tobi his laugh, his eyes, his presence.
On the fifth night, Amara burst into Keisha's apartment with two pints of ice cream and a bottle of red wine. "We are not doing this sulk-in-silence thing," she declared.
Keisha smiled weakly as they curled up on the couch. "I just… don't know what to feel anymore."
Amara handed her a spoon. "You love him. That's obvious. But loving someone doesn't mean ignoring the signs."
"I keep replaying everything in my head," Keisha murmured. "Was I not enough? Did I miss something?"
"Don't go down that road," Amara warned. "Tobi's mistake is his. Not yours. But ask yourself do you still want to fight for it?"
Keisha looked down at her half-melted ice cream, her thoughts loud and messy. "I don't know."
The next evening, Keisha received a surprise visit from someone unexpected—Tobi's younger sister, Zainab.
She stood nervously at the door, clutching a small envelope. "Hi… I hope this isn't weird. Tobi doesn't know I'm here."
Keisha blinked. "Come in."
They sat quietly for a moment before Zainab spoke. "He hasn't been himself. Not since you left. He misses you."
"I miss him too," Keisha admitted. "But some things can't be brushed under the rug."
"I know," Zainab said gently. "That's why I brought this. He wrote you a letter. Said he didn't have the courage to give it."
She handed over the envelope and stood. "I'll let you decide. But just know, he's been trying."
When she left, Keisha opened the letter with trembling fingers.
"Keisha,
I know I've hurt you, and I won't make excuses. I should've told you everything instead of letting silence grow between us.
The truth is, I've never felt for anyone what I feel for you. You've changed me, shown me how to love without walls. And now I'm scared I've lost that.
But if there's any part of you that still believes in us, please let me show you I can be better.
I'm not perfect, but I'm willing to grow.
Tobi."
Keisha held the letter close, her eyes blurring. For the first time in days, she felt something shift inside her—a flicker of hope, battling against the hurt.
Meanwhile, Tobi sat at the rooftop of his apartment building, staring at the sky. The stars were dimmed by city lights, yet he found comfort in the open air.
His best friend, Dimeji, joined him with a cold beer. "Still waiting?"
Tobi nodded. "Yeah. I wrote her a letter. Zainab delivered it."
Dimeji raised a brow. "You're getting poetic now?"
Tobi laughed quietly. "I just wanted her to know the truth. No filters."
Dimeji clapped him on the back. "If it's meant to be, she'll come back."
The next morning, Keisha woke up with clarity. She dressed simply, grabbed her umbrella, and made her way to the old bookstore where she and Tobi had shared their first date. It was still quiet, just the way she remembered it.
She found him there sitting in the corner seat, flipping through a photography book.
Their eyes met.
Tobi stood quickly, startled and hopeful. "Keisha…"
"I read your letter," she said, stepping closer. "And I believe you."
His breath caught. "You do?"
She nodded. "But this isn't a fairytale, Tobi. If we do this, it's going to take work."
"I'll give it everything," he said. "Every day."
She smiled slightly. "Then let's start again."
The following week, they took it slow talks, long walks, movie nights, and shared meals without the pressure of labels or promises. They were learning each other again, like two strangers rediscovering familiarity.
But just as they began to rebuild, a new challenge emerged.
Late one evening, Keisha's phone rang. The caller ID made her stomach twist Dayo, her ex-fiancé.
She answered cautiously. "Hello?"
"Keisha. I know this is unexpected… but I need to see you. It's important."
Her heart thudded. "What's this about?"
"I'd rather tell you in person," Dayo said. "Please."
Keisha hesitated, torn between the past and present. "Alright. One meeting."
She didn't tell Tobi immediately. Something about the call felt unfinished, and she needed answers alone.
Two days later, she met Dayo at a quiet restaurant. He looked the same polished, calm, and calculated.
"Thanks for coming," he said, offering a small smile. "I've been thinking about us. About what I lost."
Keisha folded her arms. "Dayo, if you're here to open old wounds—"
"No," he interrupted. "I'm here because I made a mistake. And I want to fix it."
Her eyes widened. "Fix it?"
"I want you back, Keisha."
She stared at him in disbelief. "You left me heartbroken at the altar."
"I wasn't ready then. But I am now," Dayo said. "And I won't let anyone else have you."
Keisha's breath caught.
"I don't care about Tobi," he continued. "You were always meant to be mine."
She stood up, shaken. "You're too late."
"Maybe," he said calmly. "But I don't give up easily."
As she stormed out, her phone buzzed.
It was Tobi.
"Where are you?"
Keisha's mind raced. Should she tell him? Could this unravel everything they were trying to fix?
And worse was Dayo really planning something more?