𝖁𝖎𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖌

★彡[ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜰʟɪᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ / ᴋʀᴀʏᴢɪᴇ ʙᴏɴᴇ + ᴇᴀᴢʏ ᴇ]彡★

                                     [1994]

★彡[—————————————————]彡★

The streets of Compton were alive with the pulse of the West Coast rap scene. Among its icons, Eazy-E stood as a towering figure. Ruthless Records was on the rise, and with it, Eazy's fame. He was the godfather of gangsta rap, a man whose name was known far and wide. But behind the image was a man with flaws, and behind that man was a woman who bore the brunt of his choices.

Monique had been with Eazy for years. She was there before the fame, before the money, before the world knew who he was. She had seen him rise from the streets to the top of the charts. But with that rise came temptations, and Eazy, for all his love for Monique, could never resist. The women came and went, and Monique, with a heart full of love and a head full of doubts, tried to keep it together.

She knew the game, knew the price of being with a man like Eazy. The late nights, the whispers of infidelity—she had learned to push them aside, to focus on the man she loved rather than the rumors that surrounded him. But as time went on, it became harder to ignore the truth staring her in the face.

Eazy was cheating, and everyone knew it. The late nights turned into early mornings, the excuses became more flimsy, and the love that once filled their relationship was now overshadowed by lies. Monique found herself alone in a relationship that was supposed to be a partnership, drowning in the weight of her own insecurities.

It was during this dark period that Monique found solace in an unlikely friend—Krayzie Bone. She had met him through Eazy, who had taken a liking to Bone Thugs-n-Harmony and had signed them to his label. Krayzie was quiet, reserved, a man of depth and introspection. Unlike Eazy, he was a listener, and Monique found herself drawn to his calm demeanor and understanding nature.

Their conversations started off simple enough—just friendly banter whenever they were at the same parties or events. But as Monique's relationship with Eazy began to deteriorate, she found herself confiding in Krayzie more and more. He was always there, a silent observer who seemed to understand her pain without her needing to explain it.

One evening, after yet another argument with Eazy, Monique called Krayzie. She needed to talk to someone, and he was the only person she felt she could trust. Krayzie didn't hesitate, telling her to come over to his place. It was late, but Monique didn't care. She needed to get away from the chaos of her life, even if just for a little while.

When she arrived at Krayzie's apartment, he welcomed her in with a quiet smile. The place was modest, a stark contrast to the opulence of Eazy's home. There was something comforting about the simplicity of it, something that made Monique feel at ease.

They sat down on the couch, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. Monique stared at her hands, trying to find the words to express the turmoil inside her. Finally, she looked up at Krayzie, her eyes filled with unshed tears.