Midnight Blues

𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈. Better Off

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖒𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖔𝖗𝖇𝖎𝖙,
𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝕴 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝕴'𝖒 𝖆 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊.

𝕲𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖙𝖔𝖔 𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊,
𝖒𝖞 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖘.

In the lovely, deep blue night, keys jingle along a singular ring, their turn granting entrance to their holder. The tall young man who owned the place of residence sauntered through the wooden threshold with a warm plastic bag in his hand and closed the door behind him, locking it swiftly.

Done with work for the day, Daniel walks into his kitchen and sets the bag on the counter, opening it to be met with the sweet smell of soulfood from Sonny's. His stomach growls just lowly enough for him to hear, and he quickly washes his hands in his stainless steele sink before he grabs the hot to-go plate and plastic fork from their bag to finally dig in. Upon opening the heavy plate, steam erupts from the fresh food within the container, and Daniel steadies his fork to enter his mac and yams, placing the fork in his mouth to satisfy his hunger.

"Mm." He squeezes his eyes shut in delight as the food tastes just as good as always, but soon opens them to prepare for another bite. Before he can continue eating though, he grabs the plate in one hand and his fork in another, about to venture to his dining table when he looked over at the glass furniture. Memories of his rocky start to the week plague his mind, and his eyes gloss over at the thought of his body slumping to the side in his somber drunkeness.

With a sharp inhale, he changes course and heads for his living room, to turn on something halfway entertaining so he could enjoy his dinner. He settles on a recap of a recent football game, and ease sets into his limbs as he finishes his meal in peace.

When he gets done with his food, Daniel throws away his trash quickly, and grabs a water bottle from his refridgerator before he makes his way up to his room. Stripping off his clothes, he strategically ties on his silken du-rag to prepare for bed, and pulls back his expensive duvet. Once he's finally under the covers in his dark room, though, his eyes stay wide as he stares at the formless ceiling.

Thoughts of what he lacked, the warmth of another not filling his bed, filled his head.

This ain't what I wanted. He sighs silently. For some reason he just felt like he would always have Angel. That she would always want to be around. Nothing prepared him to be the reason why she probably couldn't stand the thought of being within a yard of him. And he couldn't blame anyone. Just him.

With a huff, he crosses his arms tautly, turning to his side as he thinks of his predicament. What happens if I don't get her back? A fearful sigh leaves his lips softly, his eyebrows turning up in worry as he closes his eyes, hoping to fall asleep.

But his face is way too tense, his arms squeezing tight around his body as his mind continues to race in dire need of a solution. His eyes shoot open, and focus on his phone, which lays idly, face down on his bedside table.

What can I do?

Hesitantly, he reaches for the pocket sized computer and goes to his call log, pressing on the name of the other most important woman in his life.