𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆

𝟬𝟰𝟮: ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3/4

𝐎𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭
📍STL – MO📍

The hot water ran over Brooklyn's body, washing the conditioner from her hair as she closed her eyes.

Once she was comfortable in the hotel room, she began removing her braids. She loved her natural hair and was happy to take it out after nearly two weeks of wearing her knotless box braids.

She stayed in the shower for about thirty minutes, enjoying the hot water on her skin and playing the songs on her Apple Music playlist.

"I know yo true feelings ain't— They couldn't be here, you hear me?" Brooklyn spoke, in unison with the music coming from her speaker. "They gotta be somewhere else..."

I ain't worryin' 'bout no fucking, I ain't worried 'bout no fucking
Does sexing on the late night mean that much to you?
My love don't mean that much to you

"Fucking these hoes meant too damn much to you. I just hope when you fucking on that bitch, when you finished. She can say that she love you." Brooklyn basically screamed the song's lyrics as she sang them.

She began washing her body one final time, after all the soap was rinsed from her hair and body she then proceeded to step out of the shower.

To avoid dripping any water onto the ground, Brooklyn put a large white towel around her entire body and another one over her head.

"Does sexing on a late night mean that much to you? My love don't mean that much to you!" As she brushed her teeth and clutched the towel against her body, Brooklyn continued on.

She returned to the room and sat on the bed after finished her teeth brushing. Since she never dressed right away after taking a shower, she reached for her phone and looked at it.

It was now a little past 11 p.m.

But all she could think of was Seven. It was—although she couldn't comprehend why. She couldn't even think of falling asleep without him because they shared a bed almost every night. Whether they weren't in bed together, they were always chatting on the phone.

"It hurt me to my heart the way our love ended. I blame you, you the reason I don't trust bitches." When Brook heard her speaker from across the room, she murmured the lyrics.

Before deciding to turn her phone off again, Brooklyn made the decision to send a text to each one of her family and friends to let them know that she was fine and she just needed some space.

Brooklyn's feelings were indescribable; even if she tried, she couldn't explain them to anyone. Even now, she struggled to understand her own emotions.

Before starting to put on her clothes, she started applying lotion and all the other oils she needed for her body as she tried to push all of her thoughts away.

She was dressed in pink hoodie, bra, and some all-gray leggings. Nothing too much—she simply just wanted some peace and quiet in the warm room.

Brooklyn pulled out her laptop and began working on work-related tasks as well as other stuff, primarily bills.

For the time being, she simply just wanted to shift her attention from that entire matter.