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📍Manchester, Jamaica | Ingleside
A Few Days Later | Friday, April 5th
1 PM ⏰
I've never been one to experience anxiety.
It just wasn't me.
I was always one step ahead of my emotions, calm, cool, and collected.
Camille changed all of that.
She made me feel things out of my control and ignited this fire deep within me that I had no power or jurisdiction over.
When it came to Camille, I was anxious.
I wanted to make everything perfect for her...
Hearing her footsteps approach the front door of her house sent shockwaves through my body and down my spine.
It would be the first time I would see her face-to-face since last week.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder...
My heart ready fi leap outta me chest.
"Ivy, me nah pack nuh more clothes, me suitcase already full" I hear her say, before she pulls on the knob to unlock the door.
"Dre?"
Her confusion comes across swiftly, it's written all over her face.
Her mouth agape, as I watched her fail to piece together her next sentence.
"Yuh ready fi cut?" I ask, adding to her shock.
I lean up againts the doorframe, closing the gap between us.
She wasn't wearing any makeup today, only lipgloss, and what seemed like mascara.
What a woman pretty...
"Ready? Weh yah talk bout Dre?" she questions, her discomposure evident in her voice.
"Yuh clothes dem pack up and ting?"
I don't answer her previous question, playing into her astonishment once more.
Nah tell all me secrets just yet...
"Andre Chavanie McCormack" she states, hands set firmly upon her hips.
Cuh yah!
"What are you talking about right now?"
"The full government? Why yah deal wid man ting suh fah?" I chuckle, pushing past her as I entered the house.
Look pon me to...
A walk in like me pay bills inna di people dem house.
Ivy is sitting on one of the couches in the living room, a sly smirk set on her lips.
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