❛ YOU AND I COULD BE ONE
AFTER ALL, OUR LOVE COULD
BE SO STRONG, YOU AND I
WOULD NEVER STOP. ❜
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, two music lovers cross paths between one another - not knowing the outcome of their kind of love.
proudest achieve...
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' 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝟑, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟐. ' devanté and milani's residence ━━━ teaneck, new jersey !
A WEEK HAD PASSED and Milani stayed secluded in the house, she and DeVanté shared together. She hadn't talked to DeVanté since he stormed out of the house a little over two days ago when she had confessed that she miscarried their baby just a few days after Thanksgiving.
"De I have something to tell you, a-and I'm not sure how you're going to take it either." Milani spoke up, as she sat on the edge of the bed, fidgeting with her manicured nails.
She had finally arrived back to New Jersey, and JoJo dropped her off. He made sure that he assured Milani that he was right around the corner if she needed comfort for when things got rough — especially when she was to tell DeVanté of the sadden experience, since he already knew how he was.
"What is it?" He asked, looking over her antics, which she often did when she was entirely nervous. It caused him to feel worrisome for what she had to say.
"You're probably wondering why I came back so early . . and it's because I had been rushed to the hospital after fainting while shooting a scene. When I arrived to the emergency room, they informed me that I—that I miscarried our baby. We had a baby, De." Milani sobbed, placing her hands on her face.
DeVanté felt his body tense up at the confession made from Milani at the moment. He felt his eyes water, as his eyebrows furrowed. "W-what? We had baby? How did this happen?" He asked, referring to the miscarriage part.
"I was stressed out, DeVanté! From my father, to filming, to Andre and Puffy being up on my ass about this damn album, I couldn't take it!" Milani cried out, following in his steps as he rose from the bed.
She attempted to grab ahold of his face, but he swatted her away. She felt as if he was looking at her in disgust, and it broke her heart even more. He simply said nothing else before he began to charge for the bedroom door. "De . . . where are you going?" She asked as she began to chase after him.
He scurried down the stairs, the dogs began to bark and make noises in their cage. "DeVanté! I need you, where are you going?!" She cried out, grabbing ahold of his arm but he was much more stronger than she was, he pulled from her hold and grabbed ahold of his keys.
