𝚁𝚈𝙺𝚈 𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚁𝚈𝙰
Can we talk?...
Myguy🖤 move hoe.
"Niggas really lame" I rolled my eyes climbing out the guest rooms bed. "Don't call me a hoe" I rolled my eyes at Polo walking into the Master bedroom.
I never got a chance to move out.
"I'm just calling it how I see it" he shrugged. Ignoring him I took a seat on the edge of the bed. "Fuck you doing?" He raised a brow.
"Can we talk?" I rolled my eyes. "I'm listening, you got three minutes" he sat up. "Can our relationship be fixed?" I jumped straight to the point.
"I thought I made it clear when I said ain't no more us you won" he made a face.
Don't make me voodoo yo ass nie
"Taurus I've been going to a psychotherapist for you, please give me another chance" I stressed.
"Psychotherapist for what?" He made a face. "You know when you said I might be a nymphomaniac, I've been googling and I was experiencing those symptoms so I signed up for a appointment" I told him as he nodded.
"Just give me one more chance and I promise I won't fuck up" I spoke. "Man ion know" he shook his head.
"I know please just trust me" I sighed. "How can I trust you?" He grew annoyed. "I understand" I spoke dropping the subject.
Standing up I began to walk towards the door.
"Let me think on it" he spoke causing a smile to spread on my face as I walked out.
Jai'sanij Kynsli
I sighed as I held up Leek's hoodie that I found. Hugging it I began to smile.
I miss him so much.
Pulling out my phone I tried texting him. Realizing I was still blocked tears weld up in my eyes.
I really fucked up.
I quickly wiped my tears once I heard knocking at the door.
"What?" I spoke opening the door revealing Von. "You look like shit" he laughed walking into my apartment.
"Why are you here?" I rolled my eyes. "I bought you some to eat, you was on my mind" he spoke causing me to smile. "Thanks" I grabbed the Popeye's box from him.
"You been crying?" He raised a brow holding my face up. "No" I smacked his hand away taking a bite out of my chicken.
"How you been?" He asked. "Good, you?" I questioned. "Same, I miss you" he spoke. Those three words brought butterflies to my stomach.
"Stop it" I sighed. "My bad" he mumbled.
"She fucking that shit up, eat eat uglah " I heard as I ate some of my red beans and rice. Turning towards Von I mugged as he recorded me.
"You so lame delete it!" I whined. "Nope" he laughed at me before posting it. "Von!" I hit his shoulder. "Delete it!" I yelled reaching for his phone.
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𝙻𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚝 ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘ ~❥
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