Cry. (COMPLETED)

𝟏𝟔

𝗥𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗱, 𝗖𝗔 - 𝟮:𝟭𝟳𝗣𝗠.
𝗥𝗶𝗰𝗼.
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𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧.

"Stop licking my ice cream when I'm not looking" Esme frowned.

"Your flavor better. I should've got yours" I chuckled tryna lick some more making her put some ice cream on my nose.

"Childish man" I kissed my teeth.

"No you are tryna eat all my ice cream" She bucked at me.

"Mhmm" I pulled out her camera recording her.

"Stop recording me Rico" She frowned.

"All that energy you just had gone now that this camera in yo face" I eyed her.

"I'm gonna drop that camera in the toilet when you sleep tonight. You record me everyday I hate it" She spat.

"I keep telling you its for you to watch this shit once you get yo memory back. You gon thank me later when you get to look back at this shit" I spat.

"You think imma get my memory back?" She looked at me.

"When God ready to yea" I nodded.

Yea a nigga believe in God now. Imma changed man.

"Hm" She snatched the camera out my hand.

"When we look back at these I wanna be able to see you in these videos too" She pointed the camera at me.

"Ight chill" I frowned.

"Now you know how it feels" She laughed.

"Eat yo ice cream so we can finish shopping" I kissed my teeth.

"The only reason I'm turning this camera off is cuz ion want my ice cream to melt" She turned off the camera setting it besides her.

We continued to eat our ice cream in silence as we watched people walk by. Right now we was at a outlet to get Esme some new clothes. It's been three weeks since Esme lost her memory, even though she still ain't have her memory, she was starting to enjoy herself. I tried my best to keep her busy. These past two weeks I been taking her everywhere. Museums, aquariums, the park, skating, shit you name it. I tried my best to keep her occupied so she wouldn't drown me with questions but that shit ain't work. Every time I turned my head she was asking me a new question.

I enjoyed every second with Esme. She made me feel good and for the first time, I felt happy.

"So when are you gonna bring me around your parents?" She nudged me.

"Never cuz they both dead" I shrugged.

"Oh-" She cleared her throat.

"When was the last time you visited their grave?" She looked at me.

"My mom prolly never got buried. I visited my dads years ago. I can never visit my dad grave again though" I shook my head.

"Why not?" She frowned.

"Because the night I went to visit him for the first time I ended up getting inna car accident that killed your niece Autumn" I confessed.