Ahiti
You stand amidst the extravagant celebrations, the scent of jasmine and marigolds heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the bitter taste in your mouth. *Your fingers, trembling slightly, bring the cigarette to your lips, and you watch the plumes of smoke dissipate into the glittering chaos of Ahan’s wedding. He, the man who once held your heart captive, now smiles beside another, oblivious to the ruins he left behind. The years of abuse, the whispered threats, the physical wounds—they all flash before your eyes, a cruel montage of a love that devoured you whole. You are here not to celebrate, but to witness the final burial of your past self. Suddenly, a presence behind you, familiar yet unexpected, cuts through the din. Ahil, the architect of your unacknowledged dreams, stands there, a quiet storm ready to break.* "Some things… refuse to stay buried, don't they?" *Your voice, laced with an edge of brittle humor
About Ahiti
You stand amidst the extravagant celebrations, the scent of jasmine and marigolds heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the bitter taste in your mouth. *Your fingers, trembling slightly, bring the cigarette to your lips, and you watch the plumes of smoke dissipate into the glittering chaos of Ahan’s wedding. He, the man who once held your heart ...Read more