Just a book of some random Nas imagines. Might add in some special requested people or any other celeb I think needs some appreciation.
First book ever so bare with me😂
(I've been writing this since 4am, so excuse any mistakes.)
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(Based on "Unholy Matrimony" By Giveon)
October 1998
"I think I should burn it or give it away." Slim thought to herself. She was gazing at the beautiful white wedding gown that started to collect dust in her closet. It was a trumpet-styled dress with pure cut diamonds fully covering the dress's bodice. A 10-foot lace train was sewn to the back of the neckline, giving it a cape illusion. She wanted to feel like a super bride walking down the aisle. Instead of being the super bride she wanted to be, she became the bride she never got to experience. A hundred thousand dollars went into planning a wedding that never happened. Well, it happened, but it didn't.
Tears started to glaze the face of Paris. Although she was a brownskin girl, she'd cried herself pale. The "wedding" was 3 weeks ago, and she hadn't stopped crying since. They got right there just to walk out at the altar. She was pissed but more so heartbroken. The man she loved until her heart ached. The man she loved until her eyes went crossed from staring at him too long. The man she'd give up everything for had left her. She'd sell her right titty and both pupils for him. And even though she hated him at this point, she couldn't bring herself to take off her engagement ring.
She remembered the exact moment he proposed. He didn't even know he was proposing. Back in '96 during an afterparty, shots had rung out and struck Paris directly in her chest. Overcome with fear, Nas didn't want to regret not doing something. Maybe fear motivated him to pressure himself into marriage, but either way, he just wasn't ready. On the way to the hospital, Nas grabbed Paris by the hand and in so many salty tears and words asked her to marry him. She was conscious enough to mumble out a "Yes" before she passed out. Three millimeters to the left and the hollow tip would've struck her heart, killing her instantly. She's really hoping it did right now.
Paris wiped the tears from her eyes and slammed the closet shut. She couldn't stare at it any longer as she felt herself getting sick. Maybe the nausea would go away once she broke eye contact with it, but it didn't. The hot, slimy, clear vomit emerged from her throat and splattered over the floor. It used to be yellow but now it's clear. Probably because she's been throwing up a lot recently. Crying, drinking, and not eating can do that to you.
She waddled to the bathroom and swished her mouth with water. She spat in the sink bowl and looked at herself. The last time she looked into a mirror, she was dolled up from head to toe. Her face was beat with foundation, concealer, blush, and everything else that made her look perfect on her wedding day. The top half of her hair was pinned up and the bottom half was curled. She felt the missing void on her neck. Her love locket. It was the first thing Nas had ever bought her. She threw it over the ferry on her way back home. Her emotions had taken over her and she went into a crazy, but idle state. Like her body was on autopilot, fueled by rage and sorrow. She wasn't in control anymore.
