F.A.M.E (book 1 & 2)

2:13

HAZEL
1 week later

"- Thank you for sitting down with me, Hazel. It's actually been a while so when you approached me for this conversation, I was honestly a little surprised."

Today I was with Cynthia Silva, a friend of mine who used her platform to have sit-down conversations and get down to the nitty gritty of things that were going on in peoples' lives. It had been a while since I'd seen her but I knew I couldn't just go to anyone to share my story. I wanted to do it on her platform because anyone who was anyone, had so much admiration and respect for Cynthia. She was killing the game at the moment and I knew she'd allow me to speak my truth.

"Yeah girl." I started with a small smile. "It's been a crazy couple of years for me and I literally couldn't think of anyone better than you, to talk about it with."

We were filming in her studio and the lights were so bright and hot, I had to keep reminding myself that it wasn't the sun. Luckily, the simplicity of my pastel pink summer dress was thin enough to not cause me to fry but AC in this room definitely wouldn't hurt.

"Ofcourse!" She laughed to herself. "How are you though? And I ask this because you've been on the blogs a lot recently, I know that can't be easy." What I liked about Cynthia was how quickly she got to the point. There was hardly any beating around the bush, she asked the questions everyone wanted to know.

"You know what? Surprisingly I'm actually really good. This is definitely the best I've felt in a very long time. I feel like my mental health is in a better place. I'm more focused on my work. I'm closer to the people who love and care about me. It's definitely not easy constantly seeing myself on these blog pages, especially when the information is always one sided and definitely not true, but as I've said, I'm much closer to the people that love me - more than I have ever been - and they're keeping me grounded." After Marcus decided to hop online and jab at me again, I'd had enough. At this point I just wanted to get my story out there and hopefully get this clown to leave me alone.

"Nice! I honestly love this for you because I feel like the last time I had a proper conversation with you, you had just come out of a relationship that meant so much to you, and I know it wasn't easy for you."

"Yeah, I've definitely been through a rollercoaster of emotions." She was obviously referring to my break up with Don where she and I had a very in depth conversation about how I was feeling emotionally. It was one of those moments where I just felt like I was holding so much in and I didn't want to bother my friends anymore - when I saw her I found myself over sharing and releasing everything I was holding back.

"Indeed. It's interesting because we've all seen on social media that you two are actually cool to some extent. We'll get into that soon, but for now I wanna dive into the past two years, because you sorta went through a period when you were silent on social media, then suddenly you had another public relationship and then suddenly you weren't together anymore. Let's talk about the beginning. How did you get with Marcus?"

"So I actually met Marcus on Christmas Day. I was at my girls house and my mum had just moved to Ghana so I obviously had nobody to spend Christmas with, and I didn't want to fly out. So I went over to hers, and helped out a bit, eventually sat down for dinner and what not.

"A little later into the evening Marcus actually came over to the house with his family. I wanted to know him instantly." I admitted.

Cynthia rose a brow as a smirk graced her lips. "For real?"

"Yes!" I laughed a little. "If I'm gonna sit with you I'm gonna be honest." I told her. "But yeah, that's where we met and we exchanged numbers. My birthday is January, so around that time we were still talking and by that point we were both interested in each other. By February things were pretty serious, emotions ran deep, and we became official." I admitted.