Brotherly Love
1995
Adina's POV
The rest of the day after the funeral, my mama stayed in the room most of the time.. I could tell she became more bothered when my dad wasn't here when we came home... I'm sure Eugene could see it too...
Something had looked over that though.. before we came inside, at the front door of our house was a little bouquet of white roses with a lavender colored card attached to the stems...
The card had been from Angelo.... Basically just giving his condolences and letting me know that he's here for me...that I can call him whenever I feel the need to, he'll always pick up. And some encouraging words as well.
I told Angelo about Mama P's funeral on the way to work a couple days ago and a little about Marshall....that's why I had been so down in emotion.. he kinda forced it out of me. Which I'm not upset about or anything... it was honestly blocking any time he'd try talking me... like if he wanted to talk I wouldn't really respond...if he made a joke I wouldn't laugh. I was just too in my head about shit... with everything. Not just Mama P's death...
Angelos condolences meant a lot, the roses meant a lot, and the card meant alot... I was appreciative of him and his gesture.
Also...recently, Angelo had told me where he lived. This isn't necessarily relevant—But he gets paid really fuckin' well at the job we're workin' at.. I ain't judging' at all. Never would I. But that part of Detroit ain't nothin' to fuck wit.. I know that for sure... I was surprised when he said that, cause he gets paid more than I do...and he has a roommate...He told me he just wanted to save up as much money as he could for when he actually moves out of his roommates place. And that's respectable.
My mind wondered back to when Angelo were in his car...the day Deshaun told me about Mama P's death... it made my heart sink.
I tried not to think about it...honestly —I'm sure he didn't mean it in anyway...maybe it was instinct but i don't know dude. the look in his eyes, the way he held my face between his hands and how he looked down at my lips made an unexplainable sensation bloom in the middle of my chest and then it went away...and came back—Like it was pulsating. And that's when I stopped whatever the fuck was goin' on... I'm still with Marshall...
Am I though?... we've barely talked in like...almost a whole week...Only because I haven't bothered to call him back or answer any calls... we barely talked at the funeral... I was too busy crying anyway... I couldn't talk to him. I also fuckin' hated havin Marshall see me like that..
But I mean of course we're still together...I don't wanna not be with him... I just need some time, okay?
I'm scared...I'll admit that.
It's obvious that this Kim girl isn't gonna leave him alone....and Marshall only feeds into that—By paying her some attention and arguing with her. That's what she wants, to get a reaction out of him... that's fuckin' it.
But I miss Marshall.
I miss him a lot... my brother still thinks we're together, I know my mom suspected something from us...I'm sure she knows...she knows everything. Deshaun still thinks we're together but I'm sure our relationship problems are no where on his mind right now...
Soon imma have to check up on him...I'll probably give him some time though cause I know he needs it... it makes my heart ache so damn bad knowin what my boy is goin' through... he couldn't keep himself together at the funeral—Not at all. And it was soul crushing... I loved seeing how Marshall would comfort him any way that he could... He's a good friend.
Same with Karnail and Rufus.
I honestly wish my dad could have been there...he didn't wanna come. And it broke my heart hearing that because his literal fuckin wife was in shambles.
