WHERE IT ALL STARTED

We finally get out of the shower.

We dress up and head outside, not forgetting my beautiful flowers. I am carrying it with so much care, and I will take care of it this much. We enter a very cool VIP area in the restaurant downstairs, where our breakfast awaits us on the table. Deep ordered for it to be served before we left the room. We quietly eat our breakfast and head out a few minutes after we are done.

We get to the same Lamborghini that brought us here yesterday, and we start our journey back. I loved his romantic dinner date. I love everything about this short adventure. Will there be another time? I lay my head on his shoulder, and he sneaks his arm around my waist, resting his back on the chair. His scent is still fresh, and I love the smell of it.

A few minutes later, we arrive at a very familiar place. It's not the airport where we landed last night, nor is it the Mombasa airport, which I am familiar with. It is the magical place where all this magic started. It was the sweetest place where I met my knight in shining armor. At the shore of the great Indian Ocean. This beautiful place is where all this magic started.

As he interlocks our hands, pulling me towards that same spot, I am mesmerized by his actions. I love this gesture of returning to this place with him. It means that that moment means something to him. Maybe he treasures it like I do.

We stand at a safe distance from the water, the morning breeze being so strong but bearable. We hold hands, and our minds wander off to the sea, each lost in our own thoughts. I remember that time. It's been more than a month now. I was so lost and confused. Hopeless and weary. Angry and frustrated. Torn, broken, and lost. I was losing the meaning of life and was almost tired of hoping for a turn of events. I was angry with the heavens because I thought they had closed the doors on me. I was a hopeless soul, torn between holding on to nothing and giving up.

It was at that moment of disparity that the heavens dropped a bombshell of blessings upon me. An angle appeared in front of me when I was unknowingly about to drown in this deep sea. The heavens dropped the finest savior to come to my rescue. My black messiah. My light is in the darkness. My hope and everything is good and promising in this world. My Deep!

"This is where we met." He speaks, looking in the direction of my face.

"This is where it all started." I say, looking into his eyes.

"And where will it end?" He asks, searching for answers in my eyes as I do the same in his. Where will it end? I turn to face him wholly. Who has the answer to that question? Me? If yes, then I would say that there will be no end! I don't want to let go of such a beautiful thing. I don't want this to end. I don't want this to end. I want it to last until eternity.

"I..." I begin, but the flashing lights and the clicking of cameras startle us.

A bunch of journalists stand before us, microphones directed at us, and a thousand questions fired at us. Just, what the freaking hell? Where did this bunch of buffoons come from, huh? And what absurd timing! Couldn’t they wait for a much better time? And what the fuck do they want?

"Miss Gia Wilsons, you have been missing for a while again. Can you tell us where you have been?"

"Miss Gia Wilsons, has your previous case been resolved? Have you found your family and relatives?"

"Miss Gia, have you recovered your memory?"

"Miss Gia..."

Deep holds me close to him, deciding to rescue me from this savage media basting. "Ladies and gentlemen, Gia has a scheduled interview with a TV station. You can all wait to get all the answers to your questions then. Thank you, and please excuse us." He makes an attempt to leave, but they block him with microphones directed at him.

"Mr. Moore, you two have been seen on several occasions together. What's your relationship?"

"Are you two dating?"

"Your wedding was canceled just recently, Mr. Moore. Could you tell us why?" This is journalism and gossip, huh? Couldn't they have inquired about his hotel that was bombed first? Good grief! They are such a bunch of gossip! Fools! Senseless fool!

"Gia and I are good friends. Best of friends, and that is all that I have to say. Thank you." Deep said.

Best of friends.

"Pardon me, Mr. Moore, but you seem to be closer than just friends. Are you sure there is nothing more? And also, if you two are good friends, does that mean you know what happened to her? The shootout in Kisumu; was it linked to the Azzua hotel incident?"

Damn, these people! "Like I said, everything will be cleared during Gia's interview. Anything beyond that—maybe schedule an interview with any of us? Thank you, and excuse us. We have nothing else to say." They move aside, giving us way, and we walk side by side back to the car. Stupid people! Fucking intruders! They just had the perfect time for their stupid invasion! They could have just waited for us at the door of this Lamborghini!

"Are you okay?" Deep asks when we settle inside.

Fine, my foot! How can I if our beautiful moment has just been cut short by some stupid fools? I can imagine how deep our dialogue would be right now if only those useless fools did not storm in on us. To hell with them. What was so urgent there that they had to disrupt us like that? Nothing! It was all pure gossip! Scare them!

"Yeah!" I just wish they didn't interrupt us, but damn them! Curse them a million times!