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𝘙𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘢

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𝘙𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘢

𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘠𝘰𝘳𝘬

𝘍𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺 10𝘵𝘩, 2021

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The upbeat rhythm of "For All of Me" filled the bathroom as I carefully worked on my edges, belting out the lyrics with gusto. Midway through, Lee's voice pierced through the music, calling out for his missing hoodie.

"Hmm?" I feigned ignorance, pretending not to hear him over the music.

Lee's footsteps echoed up the stairs, his silhouette appearing in the bathroom doorway. "Have you seen my grey hoodie?" he inquired, his voice a mix of frustration and urgency.

"Uh, nope," I replied, before Mulatto's "He Say She Say" erupted from the speakers, drowning out our conversation momentarily.

"I LOVE ME A COUNTRY ASS NIGGA WIT SOME GOLD TEETH, FUCK ALL DAT TALKIN JUST SHOW ME!" I joined in, rapping along effortlessly.

As I unpinned my curls and brushed my hair, Lee slipped away from the bathroom. I finished up my routine and headed downstairs, the sound of Lee's voice floating from the living room. Curious, I listened in as he spoke on the phone.

"Yeah, Ma, Renee and I are trying," he exclaimed, his tone carrying a mix of determination and worry.

"What's he trying?" I pondered silently, the recent changes in Lee's behavior not escaping my notice.

In recent months, Lee had become increasingly protective, almost possessive. His sudden bouts of jealousy and his insistence on accompanying me everywhere had me puzzled and a bit annoyed. I recalled my trip to Milan, where his incessant calls had driven me nearly mad. And when I returned, he practically held me captive at home for days on end, the intensity of our physical relationship reaching new heights.

Retreating to my workroom upstairs, I sank into the familiar comfort of my old songbook. Each page held memories of a different time, a different emotion. My gaze lingered on one particular song, the lyrics a poignant reminder of my past with Jullian Adams Parker, my first love.

"I'll be the angel in your paradise Stay up all night until the sunrise Baby, I just wanna hold you tight Please stay for one more night"

The words resonated with bittersweet nostalgia as I reminisced about our time together. But memories of our painful breakup soon flooded back, casting a shadow over the wistful recollections.

And just like that, I was transported back to that fateful day in high school, the day Jullian ended it all.


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