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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 6 – Breaking the Avoidance.
<p><br/></p><p>He noticed.</p><p><br/></p><p>Of course, he noticed. I thought my excuses were smooth, believable. “I’m busy with school.” “I’ve got things to handle.” “Maybe another time.” But the truth was, I wasn’t that busy. I just didn’t want to admit what was really happening that I was avoiding him.</p><p><br/></p><p>And he called me out on it.</p><p><br/></p><p>One day, after yet another unanswered message, my phone rang. His name lit up the screen. I almost ignored it again, almost let it ring out, but something in me cracked. </p><p>Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was just exhaustion from running circles around myself.</p><p><br/></p><p>So I answered.</p><p><br/></p><p>His voice came through, calm but direct. “Are you really avoiding me?”</p><p><br/></p><p>I froze for a second. He said it so plainly, like he already knew the truth and was just waiting for me to confirm it. I tried to laugh it off, but he didn’t let it slide. He pressed gently, but firmly, until I had nothing left but honesty.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Yes,” I admitted, half defensive, half embarrassed.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Why?” he asked.</p><p><br/></p><p>And I didn’t have a good answer. Because how could I say it was easier to hide than to deal with the mess of feelings I didn’t even understand myself? How could I explain that her shadow still hung over us, making me second-guess every step?</p><p><br/></p><p>Instead, I sighed and said, “I don’t know.”</p><p><br/></p><p>There was a pause on the line, then he said something simple, something that caught me off guard: “Then let’s just go out. No drama. Just us.”</p><p><br/></p><p>I should’ve said no. I wanted to. But the way he said it steady, without pressure, almost like an olive branch made it hard to refuse.</p><p><br/></p><p>So I agreed.</p><p><br/></p><p>And that’s how the wall of avoidance I’d built started to crack. One answered call, one reluctant “yes,” and suddenly, the space I had fought to keep between us began to close again.</p><p><br/></p>
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