Meet Celest Lia, a regular-degular teen with a heart full of hope and promise. She portrays a peaceful character, free from drama and stress, until the day she cross paths with her wildest dream.
Then there's Kevaun Wright, the exotic Don from Spani...
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"How are you feeling?" I break the silence that we've been in for like half a hour. He came out of the hospital about three days ago and he haven't really been himself since that night. He doesn't talk and it honestly makes me worry.
He only wants to work whenever he can and sleep all day. I try to get him to tell me what happened but its always "soon talk to yuh bout dat" or he either changes the subject.
I feel useless.
give him some space Celest
I have been doing that— literally.
"Mi gov," He answers and I sigh. "Come here," I help him sit him up on the bed. I give him a little peck.
"I love you Kevaun. I am trying my best to be here for you and to comfort you so why don't you please just talk to me,"-
He just stares at me with a blank expression. Just when I thought he was gonna say something, he doesn't. It's now clear that he doesn't want to speak to me. I nod then walk outside to the balcony.
Leaning on the rail, I run my hands over my face. I have exams tomorrow and I already know the results.
F.
Honestly, I've been so stressed lately that I haven't even been going to school. Ever since the incident that happened, I have not been my self and I am just now accepting that I am not okay.
I keep telling my self that I'll get through this pain and that everything is gonna be fine but look what happened-
My boyfriend almost died.
"Jesus, give me a sign seh everything ago alright," I look up in the sky at the stars then close my eyes.
I then hear his deep voice. "Celest," I turn to go inside but he's already leaning on the wall infront of me.
"W-why yah-"
"I'm okay. Just waah know if you straight,"
...and as soon as he said that, I begin to cry. "I'm not,"
He attempts to move but instead, I step to him. I try not to put any pressure on his wounds as I hug him. He smells so good.
"Come talk to mi,"-
That's all he said before we both walk back inside the room.
*
He exhales. "Stop seh dat. You're not a bad person. You probably think you are because of what you did but what if yuh neva dweet? Sumo worst woulda happen and me and you both know that by wah yuh tell mi you and di ute did ave. Yah good girl babes and mi love yuh. Memba dat- and stop worry bout mi. I'm okay, as long as mi deh which paa yuh deh, mi happy. Everything is gonna be fine,"
"Ok and I love you too pretty boy," He laughs.
"A you pretty," He kisses my forehead and I smile.
"I want to know everything Kevaun. What you actually do, what happened that night, how yuh know which paa fi hide bodies, why yuh ave a gun-"
"Come yah suh come lay dung pon mi chest," He says and I do so.
After about five minutes, he begins to speak and I just lay and listen.
