LOVE BEYOND BLOOD Episode 5(final)

We opened the envelopes slowly, almost playfully, like children afraid of bad news. I read mine first.

AS.

I didn’t panic. I had heard the term before but never truly paid attention to it. I turned to Kola, still calm, still smiling. “What about you?” I asked.

He didn’t answer immediately.

When he finally showed me his result, the world around us went silent.

AS.

For a long moment, we just stared at each other. The words didn’t make sense at first. Love had brought us this far through shame, growth, and dreams surely love would find a way again. But as reality sank in, the truth became heavy. Two AS blood groups meant risking children who could suffer for life.

We visited doctors. We asked questions. We prayed. Each answer led to the same conclusion. Love could bring us together, but biology could tear our children apart.

The nights became longer. We cried quietly so our families wouldn’t hear. Kola blamed himself. I blamed fate. Sometimes, I wondered if I was being punished for daring to dream too big. But deep down, I knew this wasn’t punishment it was responsibility.

One evening, we sat under the open sky, the same way we had done when our love was new. Kola held my hand tightly, as if letting go would destroy him.

“I love you too much to hurt our children,” he said, his voice breaking.

Tears streamed down my face as I nodded. “And I love you too much to watch them suffer.”

That was the hardest truth we ever spoke.

There was no fight. No hatred. Just two people choosing pain so others would never have to experience it. We ended our relationship not because love died, but because it was strong enough to let go.

On the day we said goodbye, I realized how much I had grown. The girl who once felt ashamed of her voice now spoke with clarity and courage. Kola didn’t just love me he helped shape the woman I became. And I did the same for him.

We walked away in opposite directions, carrying memories that would never fade.

Today, when I stand in front of people and speak confidently, I remember where I started. I remember amala, gbegiri, broken English, and a love that changed my life.

We didn’t marry.

And sometimes, the greatest love stories are not the ones that end in marriage but the ones that choose life over desire.