❛ 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...
"SERIOUSLY DEVANTE, what more do you want from me? I'm drained . . . tired of the repeated cycle with you every month—if not every other week." Milani spoke in a quiet angered manner, slamming her hands upon her thighs.
"You're tired? What about me? How the fuck do you think I feel? You think I love arguin' with you all the time?" The man gritted through her teeth, in attempt to keep the tone down, due to the fact that their children had slept peacefully behind the two.
From what looked like would've been a bittersweet, peaceful night amongst the first night to the holiest jolliest month of the calendar, had taken a complete turn for the negative.
The blended family of six — Milani and Kayden, Dyana, Malia, Justin, and DeVante had attended the debut night to the Festival Of Lights in downtown LA, to kick off the month of December — the last month of nineteen ninety six.
After the family had attended the Christmasy event, the six had gathered to endured the joyful beverages of hot chocolate and the sweet taste of peppermint candy canes, to which they had sighted the creation to.
Upon the snap of a finger, from enduring a small conversation had grown into a fully heated argument that hadn't meant to transpire.
"It seems like it, DeVante . . . we can't ever go two weeks without coming for each other's heads over something you bring up. Suck on a pistol, DeVante." Milani scoffed, waving her hand to the side of her.
DeVante acted upon sudden impulse to which she grabbed her wrist, jerking the body part away from his sighting.
"Fuck you Milani, for real. You've never thought that I might've been fuckin' tired? I'm overly drained over this shit, man. It's draining to witness the fact that you could move on within a swift motion while I'm left here . . . fucked up in a misery that you have no clue of how to feel of. That shit ain't even fair." DeVante expressed, Milani looked over to him.
"Who said I was able and had moved on from what we had or still have? Is it because I've come to quicker knowledge that we can't restart our relationship faster than you had? Did you expect me to sit on my knees and beg for you? To cry for you for forever? No, you're the one who fucked up . . . you're the reason why you're stuck in that predicament. You can't place the whole blame on me."
