“You are crying,” she said. It was only then that Osita noticed the tears slipping into his ears. It was evening and the light was leaving. “It’s raining,” he told her, slurring his words.
She laughed. “It’s not raining.”
“It’s raining inside me,” he said and a wave if darkness took over.”
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Akwaeke Emezi,
The Death of Vivek Oji