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Writewithoma
Fiction Author || Autofiction writer || Freelance writer || Content Creator @ National open university of Nigeria
Fiction Author || Autofiction writer || Freelance writer || Content Creator @ National open university of Nigeria
Chapter 3 – The Street That Called My Name
<p>Time passed. Days blurred into weeks, maybe months. Honestly, I didn’t even think about him much. Life kept moving, and so did I.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then, one ordinary day, I was walking down the street, minding my business, when I heard someone call out. A man’s voice.</p><p><br/></p><p>I ignored it at first. Lagos has too many voices. Too many people calling for attention that isn’t yours. I wasn’t about to turn.</p><p><br/></p><p>But then he called out a name. That name. The one only a friend would know. The one that belonged to me in a way strangers couldn’t touch.</p><p><br/></p><p>I froze.</p><p><br/></p><p>I turned, more out of instinct than intention, and there he was. Smiling like he had just won a small victory.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Do I know you?” I asked, squinting, pretending like I wasn’t embarrassed that my mind had blanked on him.</p><p><br/></p><p>He laughed. Not offended, not surprised. Just amused, like this was typical of me. Then he said his name, plain and clear, and suddenly the memory clicked into place.</p><p><br/></p><p>I felt the heat rise in my cheeks not from the sun, but from being caught off guard. “Ah. You.”</p><p><br/></p><p>I covered my embarrassment the only way I knew how with laughter. I called him by the teasing name I used to throw at him, and that seemed to seal the moment.</p><p><br/></p><p>We stood there for a while, trading words like old friends who never really lost touch. Eventually, we exchanged contacts again properly this time.</p><p><br/></p><p>And from there, the door cracked open.</p><p><br/></p><p>He texted. I replied slowly, cautiously, never too eager. He spoke, I listened, but always with my guard halfway up.</p><p><br/></p><p>Still, the thread was forming, weaving itself quietly between us.</p><p><br/></p><p>Neither of us knew it then, but that street meeting was the real beginning.</p>
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