𝐹𝐴𝑁𝑇𝐴𝑆𝐼𝑍𝐸

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

My foot tapped on the hospital floor rapidly as my head was drowned my hands. Zaniyah would be here but they had to arrest her to contain her.

The waiting room was top ten worst places to be ever. Stress building in suspense of the question,

"Are they alright?"

I hadn't gotten a single update of Adonis since he went into the doctors care—which of course, added on to my stress.

My foot tapping in rhythm to the annoyingly loud clock ticking. I swear to fucking God i'm gonna shatter that thing before I leave this place.

I sighed and pulled out my phone, in hopes that it would aid in taking my mind off of everything going on at the moment.

I scrolled on Twitter aimlessly, and saw nothing but disgusting paparazzi photos and rumors circulating.

Stan Twitter is a danger to society.

I closed out of the app in less than a second and checked Instagram. I was immediately met with a ShadeRoom post that stated

'Oop! Adonis allegedly was terribly injured at the Grammy's tonight... thoughts?👀'

I closed that app as well in the same amount of quickness—cognizant that the comments were on some bullshit about a concocted story.

It had just hit me how bad this was going to ruin his image. The medias opinion doesn't typically affect him but this is gonna get to him. My mind started thinking about all the downsides that are bound to come with this—but inevitably i'll support him through all of it.

I got a notification from my Google Drive and scrunched my eyebrows,

'A few months ago today'

The notification said. Curiously, I clicked the notification and it led me to a file. The file was titled 'You' which is a song me and Adonis finished together.

I remember that night vividly, we worked on that song for months and every session we had with it, he wanted to scrap it. It took a miracle to get him to put it on the album. I played the song and as the first few seconds rolled in, so did the memory.

a few months ago

"Javon no." Adonis said sternly. "baby why not? The song is good!" I said back.

"no matter how hard you try it's just not gonna sound good." He said dragging his mouse over the file that was titled 'You'

"what's wrong with it?" I asked while stopping his hand—knowing he was going to delete it.

"what's not wrong with it? it sounds botched." He complained.

"Baby, the song is beautiful. It's beauty is enhanced because we made it together." I said causing him to face me completely with an annoyed look. I could tell I was convincing him based off his exasperated expression.

"but don't you feel like there's something missing from it though?" He asked in a sigh.

"Look." I said turning to the computer and pulling up the file for the song.

I brought it up and a bunch of stems that brought the song together were shown. "We did all this together." I said pointing to each and every stem.