Sparkle Peterson is a woman trying to navigate life all the while trying to maintain her boundaries and learning that no one has the 🔑 to happiness. Through this journey she comes across people, places and things that can either help or hinder her...
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"Beans are you good?!" Dawn asked with her hand on my shoulder.
"...Yea I guess." I answered with my voice slightly caught in her throat. I didn't want to admit it outwardly that I missed his touch. Shemar always had an energy to him that still got to me no matter if I wasn't trying to be consumed by it.
"Beans, talk to me!" Dawn said with concern and sass. She felt that I was holding back because of the way I sounded almost defeated.
"Diggy why are you so concerned?" I said with a bit of an attitude.
"Probably, because your entire mood just changed when that man came in here is why." Dawn said as we sat in the loveseat off to the side of the television in the main room.
" There is someone who I don't need coming here to ruin my entire vibe." I spoke while Dawn nodded her head.
"He is who I don't need coming up here throwing my focus off" I wasn't ready to go down that slippery slope that was Shemar. I didn't want to recollect the pain of my miscarriage, him wanting a relationship but me looking at it like that was too close to commitment and remembering the females that I fought because they believed he was cheating on them with me which was never the case.
"Damn! He's fine as fuck!" Dawn said trying not to sound like a fan. I side eyed her hard and instead of being mad I just laughed a little because it made me uncomfortable.
"You don't have to be uncomfortable with me because I said he was fine. I would rather look at you than him anyway." Dawn said reading my facial expression and body language.
"You're bisexual?" I innocently questioned Dawn as she turned towards me.
"Look who's uncomfortable now." I said with a slight smirk on my face. Dawn's face turned a slight red color, she looked away from me and bit her lip from nervousness.
"Diggy, look at me!". I shouldn't have but I demanded Dawn to look at me, I wanted her to know that she wasn't making me uncomfortable it was a bit of a turn on.
I wasn't sure if the room was spinning or something but, she abruptly got up and started walking to our room. Once I realized that she may not come back, I followed behind her.
Entering the room, I heard Dawn's crying from the bathroom. Pacing myself while I inch closer to the bathroom, my breathing became labored, and I thought my heart would burst. Sitting on the toilet with her face in her hands was Dawn, I moved from being in the threshold to stand in front of my friend and spoke from my heart.
"Diggy, why are you crying? I just want you to look at me." I was now hovering over Dawn who still had her face in her hands not wanting to budge. Dawn reluctantly removed her hands from her face and looked up at me and I saw a look of concern cross her face.
"Diggy...I am not uncomfortable with you looking at me. You really want me and all that I come with?" I said while cupping her face and looking into her piercing green eyes.
