Loneliness had become normal to Rukky, and so for this, she found herself a companion in some rather harmful habits. Rukky knew how harmful these habits were and still cultured in it.
Rukky spent all day drinking and smoking at home, she had no limits and never listened to peoples advice on quitting. She resided in her own world of self-lost.
One Sunday morning, Rukky as usual, dressed in her shabby attire; a bump shot, loose white T-shirt with her huge boobs dangling in it. She was off to the closest supermarket to get herself some drinks and cigarette as it was already a routine. As she walked down the street, she walked into a young man.
The first call of attraction was the instruments he had in hand and so she concluded she would have him as a muse for a period of time and discard of him. Little did she know that she was in for the longest ride in friendship ever. She had assumed she could have a one night stand or have him as a bed warmer when the need arises but the game changed so fast she had her guts dropped to 0%.
Rukky was stamped tipsy when she exchanged number with the young man, so bad she didn't remember she had given her number to anyone on that day, soon as she was done chatting with him.
That Sunday went by, The young man kept in touch as he called on a Friday evening while she was on he way back from a get away she had with friends of her drinking class. She didn't remember who he was until he carefully explained himself to her. She played along to help think to recall, although it didn't work but she ended the conversation by letting him know that they would see soon as she returned. Rukky had been away from sex for a while and did not find any reason good enough to call him and so it waved off he mind.
That same week on a Saturday, she took a walk to go get her dosage, when the young man, whom she had waved off and never called, walked her way once again. Deadly to say Rukky didn't recognise the young man until he called out her name.
''Rukky, don't you remember me?'' As he struggled to remind her, she recalled and was kind enough to apologise, ''Am so sorry, How are you?'' She asked, with a rather mischievous smile.
And so the sparkle of friendship began.
Calls from the young Man to Rukky became rather frequent, Rukky wasn't comfortable with the friendship because she didn't trust her emotions. She lacked love and wasn't willing to give it to anyone not willing to nurse it as she would say; she has a fragile heart.
(c) Silvwilis
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