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amoura

next saturday11:14pm

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next saturday
11:14pm

"come on boo, get up, it's been 2 weeks" she encourages me, "no i don't wanna," i whine like a child diggin my head deeper in the pillow. "you can't be sad forever, that nigga fucked up not you," she says. yesterday have called me and told me he had a son and that he had been cheating on me our ENTIRE relationship with his baby mama.

ever since i broke up with jace, i've been depressed. we might not have been good physically but we were cool emotionally, it was the only normal in my life.

"everybody's in the living room waitin on you," she says, "i don't give a fuck," i say a little louder than intended. "alright ian gotta deal with this," she says going out my room.

soon i turn my head away from the door and just cry. that's all i've been doing is crying, since it happened.

i hear my door open again, "just leave me be, i don't wanna go out, i don't wanna hang out, i don't wanna smoke, i don't wanna do anything," i sob out crying harder.

i feel somebody come behind me and wrap there arms around my waist. "wipe yo tears ma, you know ion like seein you cry, especially not over that fuck nigga" Mookie says in my neck.

i sob for a little while longer before it turns into small hiccup, i turn over and come face to face with him. "it still hurts," i say in his chest, he wipes my tears with his thumb and kisses my forehead.

"just come chill wit us, take yo mind off of it we ain't goin nowhere just the living room. you wanna get in the shower?," he asks and i nod. he walks to the bathroom and runs the water before going in my drawer and getting out some underwear and a bra.

he goes in my closet and pulls out some sweatpants and a crop top with some fuzzy socks.

my comfort outfit.

he goes in the bathroom and stops the water before coming back. he leans over me and i allow him to pick me up and carry me to the bathroom, he sits me on the counter while making sure the water is right.

he comes back over and pulls off my hoodie and shorts, i look at jace's toothbrush.

flashback
4 months ago

"you slowly moving in ain't you?," i ask laughing while brushing my teeth. "it's just a toothbrush, you ain't gotta worry til i bring my hat here," he says nudging me.

i tear up thinking about that day, i slide off the counter and sit in the bathtub. "you need help?," i shake my head and he nods walking out.

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