Commitment Issues. |CENTRAL CEE.

"Weepin? Neva Dat."

1 week later
Third Person POV

Mayaila had spent majority of her day in agony and pure confusion. She had spent the following week with Oaks, by his side, pure laughter, excitement and trips, hella at that!!! They even ended up having sex, for the first time...It all seemed to work out.

He even surprised her wit a bag that he must've heard her talking about for the longest, every time they called, conversed or even spent time together, this bag was her greatest NEEDED possession... and she got it, from
the person who had made his way into her life and changed it for what seemed like the better.

but.... things changed. Oaks... changed. one day they were all together living freely and Mayaila thought they were something even without a title... to an interview posted about him saying he was single, after being asked his relationship status.. to him not answering none of her calls, texts and completely disappearing from her everyday life.

She would get a read receipt every now and then.. but it hurt. It hurt her... knowing she was starting to fall for the star, for the heartthrob, for the guy who'd fuck girls one day and leave them be the next... but she thought she had grasped a different side of him. The sweet, genuine side. The person who actually listened to her complications, wants and needs, and would act on them, for the well being of her.
She even had the nerve to believe he was falling for her. but why would he want such a simple, down-to-earth girl, when the world and its ladies who were the epitome of perfection were at his fingertips?

she, the Over-Thinker.
she struggled to perform simple day-to-day tasks. barely could she get out of her bed, nor pull the covers off of her. her personal hygiene became horrible. she barely ate. her face slimmed down, her bones were more visible, and her personality and demeanor, shifted. Her self-consciousness came back. Her self-esteemed lowered. she never felt so easily affected nor ruined by someone... but she knew one thing for sure. The Bounce Back was needed.

She got up out of bed, for the first time in ages.
Did he think she was going to weep over him? never dat.
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He sat in the studio, replaying the song he was recording. As down as he was, he needed an outlet. He needed to get these feelings off his chest. See, little did others know, Oakley, himself suffered with Low-Self Esteem, and Depression. He never hated himself. He just never felt worthy of the concept the world called love. He didn't know how to genuinely express this emotion he felt, which was too strong to be linked to just a liking-ness. If this was love, he sure felt it. But did he believe in it, coming from others around him? No. Did he believe people loved him for him? No. Did he believe they loved him for his benefits and Assets? Yes.

He nodded his head, at the beats as it started to play over again.

'Only know you love her when you Let Her Go'
the beat dropped as the verse then came in.
"I changed my bed sheets, but i still smell your flesh" he rapped to the song, as he started to feel it. This song making process always made him feel a bit better, but he knew how'd he feel later on. Depressed. Worthless. Oh did he hate these feelings.

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Mayaila was dealing with her emotions in the only way she possibly could without being all negative. Music. Mariah The Scientist's 'Spread Thin' played, as she sang along. This song spoke to her soul, especially when she needed it.

"Hope you learned honesty was the only thing that could keep me from leaving."

Singing, and singing, and singing. she didn't stop until she felt a bit better emotionally. She was only able to feel better when she took her mind off of him. And when she did so, her whole world lightened up a tad bit.

She put on a grey skirt with a black bodysuit and some black boots. simple but cute.
She needed to get out and have a good time. A club, was exactly what she needed, and the intoxication was gonna be everything she physically needed.