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lilmosey back to reality 🪐.
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L A T H A N
silence. not a word was emitted as i laid my eyes on her.
it had been a while since i left syx', mentally fucking my self for having forgotten completely about what i was supposed to ask her. there was no question that i would get to the bottom of what the fuck went down at that hospital, and why she was there. but that would have to wait for another time.
after i left syx' crib, i had to force myself to stop by my house. the house where i was most definitely unwanted.
nobody seemed to give a fuck when my foot stepped through the door. if i'm being honest, i could care less too. there's only one person i'm concerned about at this moment.
after i took a well deserved nap and freshened my shit up, i left the house to stop by the mall to get a new sim card installed. not being able to see who called or texted me for a whole month was eating me the fuck alive.
with a hood over my head, i kept a low profile as i scuffled mindlessly through the crowded ass mall, not giving a single fuck about the outside world around me.
that was until the sound of a soft laugh shook me straight back to reality within a heartbeat.
lifting my eyes with unimaginable speed, i was greeted with the sight of two figures walking in front of me. the male's hand was wrapped tightly around the female's waist.
for a second, i thought that my eyes and ears deceived me. but i knew that they would never make such a juvenile mistake.
that curly hair, shaded in different colors of red and brown, i could recognize from a mile a fucking way. the way it ran down her back and ended just above her bra strap, the fact that it reached different lengths; some parts being looser and others being curlier. she said it was because of heat damage, or some shit like that. i couldn't bring myself to remember.
that perfect ass, the one that seemed to fit my hand flawlessly regardless of the way i would grab it.
the way it would move slightly with every step she'd take.
