Her perfume filled my lungs as she settled next to me. She sat down in the most graceful way and I did notice the way she flipped her hair from left to right announcing the svelte pulchritude of her nose and chin. I was slightly distracted by her fine stature. It was as if her body was carved by African Angels, her skin was dark as the sun and her breast blossomed in her chest like the mountains of Quan Ba. Like I said I was distracted; maybe a little bit more than slightly.
I gave her a nod in a bid to say ‘hi’; she gave me the slightest smile. She was a really beautiful lady but she couldn't fool me. I knew what I saw in her eyes. My awe and admiration suddenly turned to pity as her eyes slowly wandered away from mine. I tried to focus on the speaker, but all I could think of was that look in her eyes. I wish there was a way I could help her. I wondered what she must be going through.
I have suffered a lot of pain and betrayal and people say when you go through some pain, it hardens your heart. My case has been the reverse. Whenever I see people in pain I am quickly caught up in their pain.
She hurried off before the speaker was through with his speech and I didn't get the chance to talk to her. I wish I got the chance to talk to her that day. I was going to tell her that I really appreciated her work with the children at the NGO(again).
She used to be a very cheerful lady but things got really bad for her when she lost her husband and children in a plane crash. It's been two years now and I still wonder when those bright eyes and sweet smiles will come back.
Saturday July 13, 2015. I got the news that Tracy had died. She had committed suicide. I cried my eyes to pieces. I cried because I knew how much she was loved by the kids at the NGO. The last time we spoke I told her how much I admire the way she takes care of the children at the NGO. If only she knew how much I admired her beauty and her poise.
During her burial the place was filled up with friends and well wishers. I wonder where they all were when the landlord threw her out of her apartment and when she had to start selling some of her stuff. I started to judge in my heart until I remembered that I was one of her friends and well wishers. I heard people saying that she was possessed by an evil spirit. Some say it was because she was lonely. Many said that the loss of her family made her mad and she never recovered from the grief.
Whenever I think of Tracy I am usually filled with grief. Maybe it's because of the admiration I had for her or maybe it was because I didn’t do anything the day before she died, the day I saw that look, that look in her eyes.
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Wow. That was both a beautiful and emotional short piece. Any direct semblance to reality or it is fiction? Whatever world Tracy is from, I feel empathy for her and wish she explored the many other options but suicide. The weight of each individual's grieves! One we can never fully grasp.
The grasping part. Read my last post.
On it right away.
Learn more about your post in my last post.
Okay boss
The one about @stellabelle
Suicide is never the solution, sadly if most suicides know the aftermath and pain caused to the close friends and family, maybe they'll have a rethink
Yeah...
Boss. Very loyal.
yes, dts why some people are still alive
Yeah, life is good, if people just have hope for a better tomorrow, there won't be all these thoughts of suicides and stuffs.
This is so emotional..may her soul rest in peace..sad u couldnt help her though...
Yeah
Dem! I almost cried! Had to man up... My goodness. What on earth wud make a person commit suicide...she must hav been bewitched!!! Do u know how sweet it is to be alive? Ow poor tracy we miss u... #sipssmirnoff
So sad
Hmmmm... I flowed with your rhymes sir. I think we still have a lot of Tracys out there and its time we stand up for ourselves and be our brothers keeper.
Yeah
sorry for ur loss man,life continues bro
Thank you
I picked up a lot of stuff but I'm going to focus on only two major ones.
Procrastination is the greatest thief of time and this text has well proven that eloquently. The more you waited for the right time to approach her, the more she suffered and felt pushed to the edge;
A friend in need is a friend indeed...this statement has been abused to only mean material needs. However, need is a broader term which also includes emotional comfort and for Tracy it seems she never had a friend indeed. None came back to her when she was depressed and running out of shape.
But suicide is by ni means a solution, you just put those that wished to help you but could not in the same situation you were in or maybe worse.
Thanks for the awesome read @tojukaka
Wow
Uwc
Thank you @troynamps
It was quite an interesting read
it is a solution, just not the best
And wishes has never helped anyone
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