"Secrets don't die with the ones who keep them. They haunt the living until they're forced into the light..."
Aminah ~
Grief has a way of staining everything-your memories, your heart, your sanity. Losing Hailee shattered me, but what came after bur...
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Aminah's POV
Her lips tasted of honey and desperation.
The soft feeling of her lips lingers on mine. Up and down, my chest heaves. A sad attempt at catching my breath. Her touch is hypnotic— lulling me away from my safe space, into her uncharted territory.
Yet, in the haze of this stolen moment, Hailee's ghost whispers into the recesses of my thoughts. We shouldn't be doing this. Guilt winds its fingers tightly around my chest. Hailee, my first love, gone but vivid in my memories, and here I am in the arms of another woman. Hailee wouldn't approve of this deviation from the script... This is selfish. I know that this is wrong yet in her arms I stay. What is it about this girl?
I gently ease myself from Alex's arms, the lingering connection between us grew thick. Her eyes meet with mine unsure of what to do next. "How about we step out on the balcony?" I suggest, my voice a blend of invitation and evasion. The night air promises myself a small relief, an opportunity to distance myself from her enigmatic pull, and a moment to reconcile the past with the confounding present.
Jaylin slides her hands into her pockets and nods lightly. Great I made things awkward.
I guide her, almost instinctively, towards the balcony, our steps in sync with the rhythm of our unspoken desires. The night breeze offers a welcome distraction as I step out, my thoughts trailing in a chaotic dance. Fuck I need to get high. The sound of crickets chirping and cars whizzing by bring me temporary comfort. "Feel free to get comfortable, I have something I need to take care of inside." I offer her a small smile and push my curls behind my pierced ears. She nods once again and plops down on the cushioned pallet couch making herself comfortable. Don't be an asshole and just smoke in front of her.
"Do you smoke?" I ask needing to relieve the tension from her sudden appearance. Her dark brow raises in concern. This girl.
"Weed of course Jaylin, I don't smoke crack— whitney said crack is cheap." I respond matter of factly. She chuckles to herself and finally speaks. "Well Ms. Crack is whack, I don't usually smoke. But considering our unique situation...I'm open to it." The corner of her slightly swollen lips turn up.
"Unique situation?"
"You know when 2 consenting adults are infatuated with one another-." I quickly interrupt her. "You came into my apartment."
"Yeah and you still kissed me— for the second time might I add," Jaylin countered. Touché Rose touché.
"Whatever stalker, you got lucky."
A playful look of confusion played on her face. Leaning forward she opens her mouth to speak. "Oh I'm a stalker now because you left the store open?"
Actually I just needed to air out my paint fumes. No one told her to come in, let alone come here. Shifting my weight to the left I cross my arms and tilt my head, "No, you're a stalker because you keep showing up around me." A cool and airy breeze rushes through reminding me of my lack of pants. Fuck me.
