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I let out a slow deep breathe, wiping away the tears that had escaped my eyes. Today was Des' funeral, and I was turn upside down about her suicide — I felt so bad because the past few weeks, we hadn't been communicating as much as I'd like. She had so many issues going on, and with all that I was carrying on my plate I had slacked up, and not been much of a girl to any of my girls.
"Essence," Rod called out to me, his crutches tapping against the pavement. "Baby, you don't gotta go. You obviously not in the right frame of mind to be at no typa celebration."
"I need to go," I sighed nodding my head. "Bri should be pulling up any minute now to get me."
"I really wish I could go with you."
"I love you."
"I love you too," He leaned down over the crutches placing a tentative, soft kiss on my forehead.
I sighed hearing my phone vibrate. I looked over seeing Brianna had sent a text.
"I think Bri lost," I sighed getting up from the sofa hugging Rod around the neck.
•••
"Ugh," I groaned pulling the seatbelt with all the muscle I had trying to get it to come down. "You need to get these raggedy ass seatbelts fixed or work on yo driving."
"Girl," She popped her gum speeding past a red light. "My driving is fine. The seatbelt not broke, she just need a lil foreplay."
"You so dirty," I shook my head giving the seatbelt one final tug before it reached across me.
"Your destination is on the left," The Maps GPS called. I shook my head letting go of the seatbelt, running my hands down my jeans sighing.
"You good?"
"I just-..," I sighed knowing how Brianna was. "Yeah. I'm okay."
"You don't seem okay," She closed the sun visor. "Suicide is a choice for weak minded folks seeking attention. You can't sulk in sadness bout that dumb ass shit."
