❛ 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...
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!" Marie's voice echoed throughout the space, her face plastered of the brightest smile that had been identical to Milani and Malia.
Followed behind Marie — Rashaad, De'Marcus, Afeni and Sekwiya, alongside Milani's siblings held smiles and materialistic gifts for the woman.
Milani had returned the genuine smile to the presence of her family, as they made their way over to the woman of the night.
"Lovey!" Dyana exclaimed in pure excitement, to which her grandmother had smothered the seven year old in affectionate kisses.
Malia was in immediate to rush over to her favorite, which happened to be Milani's biological father — De'Marcus. Between that, Milani's infant reached for her other father figure, Justin had made his way over to Nelly.
"You want Grandpa? Say Papa," The mother coached her infant, the words had flown out of the son's mouth with pure easement.
"Hey Faye . . . it's nice to see you, I missed you. I apologize . . . I haven't been around quite often." Milani softly smiled, embracing the woman tightly to which they both surely needed.
It happened to mark the second holiday season spent without the bright presence that was of Tupac, whom never failed to embrace the holiday sprit — Milani had felt the disconnection completely.
"Hey, honey. There's no need to to apologize . . . we've both got our lives going, especially you. I missed you very much. How're you doing?" The woman plastered a bright smile upon the young adult that she called her own daughter.
"I'm . . . alright, hanging in there per usual." Milani forced the genuine smile upon her canvas. Though, Milani attempted to create the fake image for the woman to believe, Afeni had read throughly to Milani.
She'd seen and understood the hurt Milani felt clear as day, had physically felt her hurt from an extent. Above that, Afeni still viewed the happy and bright spirit that she fondly remember Milani to be, which made her smile.
"You're going to get through this, honey. Remember what I've always told you . . . let everybody feel and view your spirit. It's beautiful on the inside and out, hurting or not. You're strong, you keep your head high up. You hear me?" Afeni placed her index finger underneath Milani's chin, standing firmly to what she had expressed to the young woman.
