❛ 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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' 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝟐𝟐, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟓. ' the jodeci residence ━━━ new york, new york !
AMIRA WOKE UP FROM her previous nightslumber, her eyes fluttering open and instantly adverting to the side of her. She felt her arm instantly hit in the mattress and not DeVanté, causing her to frown her face up in confusion. Her confusion lasted until she heard rummaging around in the other room that was of the bathroom.
She slowly rose from her place in the bed, running her hands through her bed hair. She threw the covers off of her body, slipping on some socks, she walked over to the bathroom. She seen DeVanté, dressed up and seemed to be heading out any minute from her sight.
"Where you going? It's very early in the morning, De, and the kids aren't here either." Amira frowned, gaining full conscious and his attention. "It's actually eleven in the afternoon . . ." He corrected, placing the right amount of toothpaste on his toothbrush before beginning to brush his teeth.
"Oh . . . but still, where are you going? Were you planning on leaving without letting me know?" She interrogated, but not in a bad manner, she was helping him more on his communication due to the fact that it was horrible in their relationship. DeVanté hadn't been used to having a woman in the house with him for awhile, so when he left, he said nothing and Amira would call him out on it. She even found herself doing the same thing, sometimes.
She waited until he was done with his mouth hygiene, seeing as he trailed over to the closet. He hadn't spoken a word, traveling over to the closet, he grabbed ahold of his white t-shirt and black leather jacket, as the voice of Amira kept pounding through his ears.
"Why you keep sweating me about where I'm going? I have business to take of." He told her, brushing past her before he felt her hand grip his forearm but he instantly jerked it back from her hold. Amira smacked her lips, following behind him into their bedroom.
"Seriously, DeVanté, what's up with you? You've been in this sort of funk since we got back from the trip and I'm simply not here for it. Did something happen? Did I do something wrong? If so, call me the fuck out for it like you do with everything else."
"Ain't nothing wrong with me, I'm just not feeling the feel to be touched right now. It's too hot for all that." He waved her off, even though he was lying through his teeth. The talk he had between him and Milani had really hit him now that they were back at home. He thought that she might've changed her mind while they had a good time on the trip, but half of it was placed on a act.
