(SHORT Filler Chapter)
-Dedicated to the one nigga I always go back to even when it hurts to care about him.
-Jahron
"-And you never listen, just really listen to me! I can sit and listen to you vent and help solve all your problems and let you fuck on me 24/7 but I can never ONCE get a sincere conversation without you wanting to be between my legs afterwards! Y-You promised! You fucking promised, then you hit me Jah...you hit me like I meant nothing! I love you so much it hurts my soul. I can't live like this Jahron, I can't. I'm so sorry, goodbye". The voicemail replayed over and over as I sat on my balacony looking over the view of the city from where I sat. A bottle of the strongest shit I had in my cabinets nearly gone and I looked a mess, unrecognizable completely in the same attire from three days ago.
"I'm so sorry", I mumbled. Standing up unbalanced, everything around me was blurry as I made my way towards the edge slouching.
I took a breath and I jumped.
