"Listen, Love, we need to end things."
Listening to my boyfriend
I feel the bond between us shatter into fragments that tear my heart apart.
The familiar heaviness covers my chest, making it hard to breathe
I fight the panic and sadness as I try t...
Walking outside, I see my best friend Camila's car. I open the passenger door and get in, "Mehki called me earlier and asked me to come to pick you up around 9 pm" she looks at me and pulls off.
We ride in silence as the car is filled with my depressive energy. Camila reaches over and squeezes my hand.
"Lovey, are you okay?"
I can't respond without my voice revealing my emotional state.
Camila tells me she is going to stop by Damien's house before we go back home. I am cool with it; at this moment, it doesn't really matter where I am because this feeling will still be there.
I haven't officially met Damien but I have seen him on campus so when I realize we are rolling through Wildwood Heights better known as "The Wild West" I am shocked. I glance over at Camila with my eyebrow raised.
"I promise I'll be right back." She tells me already parking the car to get out. Wow, she just met this guy over Thanksgiving break, "You dickmatized already," I chuckle.
As the quiet sets in a perpetual loop of my relationship with Mekhi is all, I see. Leaning back in the seat with my eyes closed tightly, I hope I can to create a barrier preventing the flow of my heartache. After great effort and against my will, the tears come hot and fast. Burying my face in my shirt, the flow eases the tension in my body. I begin to feel calm, and then someone is tapping on the car window.
Removing my face from my shirt, I look up and see this babyface with eyes as sad as my heart. The babyface belongs to a guy the color of cinnamon. If he wasn't so fine, I would think he was a stickup kid dressed in all black. Against my better judgment, I roll the window down.
" Are you okay, sweetheart?" sad eyes ask me.
"Yes," I respond
Flashing a shy smile, he asks, "Who do you know out here? It doesn't look like you are from Wildwood."
I think about it for a minute and realize I am sitting in Camila's dad's classic Rolls Royce. She likes to sneak and drive it whenever he is out of town.
" I am out here with my friend, who is visiting her dude," I reply
"What's your name, sweetheart?" he asks with a smile that is actually lighting up the night.
"Love," I reply
"Love," he repeats my name, which sounds like a seductive moan when he says it.
"Really, is that your government name or your club name " he laughs
I just smile because I don't feel like explaining and helping him connect the dots about my name.
" Love, nice to meet you, my name is Temor. "
I smile to myself because his name means Fear. But with his baby face and cute smile he doesn't look like anyone who should be feared.
Our introduction is interrupted as Damien walks Camila to the car. "Hey, Love," Damien speaks to me but is looking at Temor; then he says, " I see you met Love."
"Trying to get to know her better too," Temor responds while focusing on me, my lips specifically.
Camila opens the driver's side door and turns to give Damien a kiss on the lips, then gets in the car. Damien shuts the door and tells us to be careful getting home.
As we pull off, Camila asks me, "So ...What do you think?"
I look at her and say with a straight face..."Not a damn thing, I am no longer falling for fine men only to be left, those days are over, please believe me."
Then in my mind I add...but he is fine...
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