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AUBREY

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AUBREY

I waited for Amira to text me back but she didn't. I threw my phone to the side and laid back down. Why the fuck is she doing this to me? To us? I've loved her since I was 15 years old and that love had never stopped. Even when she met her so-called husband during our Sr year. He was new to the school and all the girls were on him. He just happens to get with the girl I'm in love with. Around this time Amira and I were just friends with benefits. She meets that Nigga and everything with us stops. During our second year of college they break up and she runs back to me. It became a cycle that I allowed to happen. She got married and that was the last straw for me at the time. I couldn't handle that.

A year into her marriage she calls me up because she was thinking that she made a mistake in marrying him. At first, I didn't want to hear any of that! I was done and I meant it, but when she started to tell me what she was going through with him. She pulled me back in and once again I was stuck. Those feelings came back stronger and I wasn't letting go.

She would either spend the weekends at my house or we would take a weekend trip somewhere. Her husband went away almost every weekend so it worked out well. During the weekday we would meet up at lunch or I would bring lunch to her job.

I would always ask her when was she going to leave her husband and she would say I'm working on it. The whole time I'm thinking she working on divorcing him she actually trying to work things out. One weekend she came over and she was so happy. I could tell there was something different about her. She dropped the bomb on me that she was pregnant. I questioned if the baby was mine but she swore up and down that her husband was the father. I was dumb enough to believe it.

After dropping that bomb on me, the next day she disappeared. It was like she vanished the only reason I knew she was alive is that I was stalking her IG. She would go post and go Live all of the time, but I could never figure out where she moved. After some time I gave up.

Four years had gone by and I was actually over her. I met this girl. It took us some time for us to be official. She was hurt really badly in her previous relationship. It definitely took some time for Hayley to fully trust me. I was always hoping that Amira would show up or call me, but she didn't. I got over that and Hayley had me. I was so committed to her, had me thinking about marriage and all. We were out one night during the Christmas holiday. Just enjoying the little Christmas festivities that were going on downtown. I got a text on December 21st at 10:07 pm

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