Commitment Issues. |CENTRAL CEE.

nah.... that don't even sound true..

I don't know what it was... maybe my overthinking, the fact that i was trying to ignore my feelings.. or that i was just BLIND. That i didn't realize i had MET Michael B. Jordan..

nah... that don't even sound true..

I was still in disbelief as i tried to recollect my memory... the mystery man, who wore glasses so i really couldn't see his eyes..

???: POV

with my friends daughter, i brought her back to his place. He'd asked me to pick her up from daycare and as i was visiting and wasn't busy so i did just that.. he needed a little help as his life was... chaotic.

But my mind flooded with the girl i'd met today.. thoughts of her face, her stare, her expression. I tried to wipe my mind clean.. because falling for a girl in a country i don't live in... thats a challenge.

Back To Mayaila's POV:

"lord.. i need a breather." I spoke to myself as i drove down the street stopping at a red light.

I always lived by the saying "treat people how you wanted to be treated." and i sure never understood how people found a way to fulfill unknown levels of complexity surrounding the topic. It was quite simple. You want happiness, give happiness. You want to encounter a person's nice emotions, be nice to people. But of course; the world with a population of 8 billion would find a way to make that beautiful saying of simplicity go out the window.

'But why him? Why would he do something to knowing how it would affect the outside world? Knowing how it would affect me.. i just don't understa-' my thoughts were interrupted.

'Aliza' the contact read as the phone rang 3 times.. and i made sure to answer it before the fourth. I put her on speaker as i sat my phone down, driving as the green light flashed ahead.

"hello?" i spoke as she immediately let out her words with full rush- and.... anxiety?

"Oakley just called me... he wants to end it. I've tried to help him multiple times, and i don't know what to do this time, and i know your like the brightest diamond in his life right now.. maybe you can change his mind? please call him or get in contact with him... i can't lose a friend, im also on my way to his house as we speak." she spoke as i sat confused... slowly hanging up the phone without even uttering a word.

I flashed down the streets, and it's like god had control over the street lights as one red light was not in sight... for the whole ride.

I eventually got to his house, knocking on the door. No answer. I knocked half-way stopping as i recalled he had a key spot built into a rock where he kept the key... I just had to
figure out which one. I looked through the pile of rocks as a water droplet from my eye made its way to one.
I picked it up turning it over, seeing the key. The tears of anguish may just unlock the doors of a revolution. Of a shift so life changing. You'll never know until its right infront of you.
Opening the door i saw it.

A collapsed Oakley up against the flower pot by his door.
A tear, in his left eye.
Lips dry around his inner as they've not been touched in.. some time. and with all this one thing stood out to me...
No stomach movement.