Taking a deep breath, I called out, "Excuse me, sir!" The man turned, surprise evident on his face. As I approached him, I gathered my courage and said, “Hey, what's going on? How could you leave that beautiful girl crying by the roadside? I saw you both holding hands just a moment ago.”

The man averted his gaze, his jaw clenched. After a moment, he spoke, his voice low and pained. “She's my fiancée, but I don't think I can continue. She doesn't love me.”

Intrigued and concerned, I asked, “Why do you think that?”

He sighed heavily. “I was ill for two days, but she didn't even care to ask how I was doing. Each time I remember this, I want to give up on our relationship.”

I glanced back at the woman, who was now slowly walking towards us, her eyes red and puffy. When she reached us, I gently asked for her side of the story.

She wiped her eyes and began, “He never told me he was sick. I was also unwell those days, and we had discussed how I would get medication. But immediately after I started treatment, he began to act distant. I was hurt and called him, but he didn't answer. When he finally called back, I was so upset that I had been sick and he seemed to have abandoned me, I couldn't bring myself to take his calls.”

As I listened to their heated exchange, I realised the depth of miscommunication between them. Their love was evident, but so were their insecurities and assumptions. I took a deep breath again and decided to intervene.

Reach out for chapter three to understand the  full gist ..😊😊