Quasim III: King Inferno (Season Four: Inferno Gods Book 3)

by Jahquel J.

The moment you borrow another’s flame to light your path, you’ve already dimmed your own. Imitation isn’t inspiration — it’s desperation. There’s only one me. Like there is one you.

That was the hardest part of losing someone. You longed to hear them again, knowing that you wouldn’t.

I’ve never been in love or knew love like the one I had with that man.

I wanted him more than I wanted to breathe, and because I knew he would give his life for mine, I would give mine for his.

“I fell in love with you because of the woman you are, the heart that you have.

Love was supposed to feel warm and tingly. That feeling you felt as you walked down the hallway knowing that Santa had left the younger you gifts under the tree.

Anjo was my wife. My future, and everything I had silently prayed for, but feared at the same time.

She chose me. Chased me. Fought for me when I had no fight for myself. Reminded me. Every time our eyes met, they gave me that reminder that I deserved her. I deserved good things, and my wife was a good fucking thing.

“My love has no bounds when it comes to you.”

I could relate with her loosely when it came to loving a man so much that you changed who you were, broke your own heart to make things right for him.

“I needed you to learn that you deserved to be loved. That you didn’t have to earn it through pain or prove that you could survive without it.”

“I wanted to be loved and to love.

All I’ve ever wanted was you, but I cannot sacrifice myself for you… I won’t do it.”

I’m not afraid to get on my knees and beg for that woman right there. We fuck up, we’re men and that tends to happen…what happens after, that’s what really fucking counts.”

A woman that used to be so broken, but had fixed the pieces on her own, and I handed her the glue.

The world needs smart Black boys… and I needed you.