This story follows a young woman by the name of British whose mother was tragically murdered by sources unknown, this causes her to move back to Jamaica temporarily bringing back old flames she thought she already placed behind her.
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BRITISH SMITH|24
My eyes were open but I remained laid down mostly looking at the body laying next to me and wishing I could bring myself to touch it.
Amanie was asleep and shirtless, only wearing sweatpants that hung low enough to show his V-line, the road map to complete bliss and ecstasy.
Last night I fell asleep in the room he had me stay in when I first came here but waking up now I was in Amanie's room and in one of his long sleeve button down shirts.
I guess mi ago need fi talk to him huh? I hummed followed by a sigh.
I traced my fingers over his cheek and unto his neck, he turned and snuggled into my touch. It was pointless not talking to him especially when he did nothing wrong. If anything he should be the one avoiding me. I know I would.
The windows were closed but the curtains weren't and that tempted me to finally get out of bed, I wanted to get a better look at the time changing. I found it mesmerising how it could go from night in one moment to day in another. Currently, outside was the perfect mix between night and day. 5:45 a.m.
The sky resembled my definition of peace, the hue creating a beautiful ombre of light blue and off white. I loved it. I cracked the window trying to be as silent as possible, I didn't want to wake him.
The cold air fanned my skin and I relaxed with my eyes closed, missing my mom and desiring peace. Was it all impossible? Why couldn't I just remain happy? For once? I sighed.
First it was Zion and now the pressure my father had placed on my shoulders, it's like misery was my best friend. I knew what I had to do, I knew what my brothers and I came up with was the only way to solve all my problems but I just couldn't help the fear that settled in my stomach.
I would be playing with fire.
Soft hands caressed my skin and I tensed, I don't know why I had been so shocked when I knew it was just me and Amanie here. Leaning into him, his warmth engulfed me.
"Ready to talk to me now?"
"What do you mean? I never stopped talking to you." I lied.
"Right. Care to explain why after mom fell asleep you didn't come to bed?"
"I was in bed."
"Not mine."
"All I do is cause you misery. My life is a never ending cycle of problems."
"Maybe... But I love you Tish and loving you means all your problems are mine."
I moved out of his grasp so I could go back over to the bed, I needed to get out of this conversation. I am not ready to talk just yet.
