Chikaima never saw it coming—the slow unraveling of something that had once felt so effortless. When she first met Obinna at the pharmacy department's bonfire night, he was just another senior student, a familiar face in a sea of academic pressure and endless lectures. But somehow, between late-night study sessions and casual conversations that stretched too long, they had built something neither of them could quite define.

Obinna was charming, confident, and had a way of making her feel like the only girl in the room. At first, it was just friendship—long walks after class, shared jokes, and mutual grumbles about tough lecturers. Then came the lingering glances, the teasing touches, and that night in the library when his lips had brushed hers in a moment that left her breathless.

But love, or whatever this was, had its complications. Obinna's possessiveness flared whenever he saw her with Chuma, her close friend and course mate. And Kaima, unsure of what she truly wanted, found herself trapped in a whirlwind of emotions, unsure whether to hold on or let go.

A year later, the unspoken words between them weighed heavier than ever. Kaima had spent months avoiding the truth, convincing herself that what they had was real, that Obinna saw her as more than just a passing distraction. But when she finally found the courage to confront her feelings, she realized that some things were never meant to last.

And perhaps, what they had was never truly love in the first place.