CAST DOWN || WRITTEN IN THE STARS (creative non_fiction)...

@chiddy · 2025-08-31 08:42 · The Ink Well

The sun beat down on the dusty streets of Akure, casting a golden glow over the vibrant market stalls and bustling crowds. Chima and Chetachi navigated through the throngs of people, their laughter and banter carrying on the wind. They had grown up together, their friendship forged in the fires of childhood adventures and teenage escapades. As they entered adulthood, their bond deepened, and they became more like siblings than friends.

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Chetachi, with his quick wit and infectious smile, was the life of the party. Chima, with his calm and gentle nature, was the voice of reason. Together, they were unstoppable. They shared every secret, every dream, and every fear. They were each other's rock, supporting and encouraging each other through thick and thin.

But one day, without warning, Chetachi's health began to decline. At first, it was just a persistent cough, a nagging fatigue. Chima brushed it off as a minor bug, but as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, Chetachi's condition worsened. The doctors' diagnoses were inconclusive, the treatments ineffective. Chetachi's once-vibrant spirit began to fade, his body weakened by the relentless onslaught of illness.

Chima was devastated. He watched helplessly as his dear friend slipped away, piece by piece. He remembered the countless nights they had spent under the stars, sharing stories and laughter. He remembered the way Chetachi's eyes sparkled when he talked about his passions. And now, those eyes were dull, sunken, and lifeless.

As Chetachi lay in his hospital bed, his frail body hooked up to machines and tubes, Chima held his hand, tears streaming down his face. "You're going to be okay, bro," he whispered, trying to convince himself more than Chetachi. "You're strong, you'll beat this."

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Chetachi's gaze drifted towards Chima, a faint smile on his lips. "I don't think so, my friend," he whispered back, his voice barely audible. "I think this was written in the stars."

Chima's heart shattered into a million pieces. He knew that Chetachi was right. The way his friend's body was wasting away, the way the light was fading from his eyes... it was as if fate itself had decreed that Chetachi's time on this earth was coming to an end.

The days that followed were a blur of hospital visits, sleepless nights, and endless tears. Chima's world crumbled around him, and he was powerless to stop it. He watched as Chetachi's life slipped away, bit by bit, until finally, at the age of 24, his friend's fragile body gave up the fight.

The hospital room was silent, except for the beeping of the machines and Chima's anguished sobs. He held Chetachi's lifeless hand, his mind reeling with the finality of it all. "It was written in the stars," he whispered, the words echoing in his mind like a cruel joke.

As the news of Chetachi's passing spread, the community came together to mourn the loss of a young life cut short. Chima was consumed by grief, his heart heavy with the weight of his friend's absence. He wandered the streets of Akure, feeling lost and alone, the memories of Chetachi's laughter and smile haunting him like a ghost.

The stars twinkled above, a reminder of the fate that had been decreed for Chetachi. Chima couldn't help but wonder what other secrets the universe held, what other challenges lay ahead. But for now, he was stuck in the abyss of his grief, mourning the loss of his dear friend, his brother, his everything.

In the end, Chima came to realize that some things are indeed written in the stars, and no amount of human effort can change the course of fate. He learned to cherish the memories of Chetachi, to hold on to the laughter, the adventures, and the quiet moments they shared. And though Chetachi was gone, his spirit lived on in Chima's heart, a reminder of the fragility and beauty of life.

THE END... FIRST 3 IMAGES GENERATED USING GEMINI.

I dedicated this story to a friend whom I lost last year "Chinedu" A.k.a black'n'yellow. He fell sick and died the next day😥. He was a talented keyboardist once a drummer like myself, very spirited and lively person. Rest on brother man, on this day I remember you again.

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These images belonged to My beloved late friend, Rest on bro 🙏.

Thanks for reading

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