Someone Else

Six

Breezy.

The morning sun shined into the room, even though my eyes where closed I could feel the light on my eyes. I turned over in my bed and started searching my hand around, just to notice she wasn't in bed. I opened up my eyes to see no sign off her. I instantly started to panic.

"Tinashe!" I shouted.

I searched the bathroom, no sign of her. I ran downstairs going into the living room to see her sitting on the floor with loads of photos scattering around her. I breathed out as a sign of relief as I thought the worst happened.

"What you shouting about?" She asked casually.

"I thought - What you doing?" I asked as I stood behind her.

"Sit down, I found some old photos." She said as she collected a pile of photos of us.

Once I was seated next to her she passed over the photos of just us two. The first one was mine and her ever photo together, it was when we was eighteen, before we was dating. I was just standing next to her looking a bit nervous, both of us where smiling though.

"Nigga was shit scared of you." I laughed.

"I'm not that bad." She said in defense.

"Really?" I laughed loudly.

She hit my arm playfully as she laughed lowly.

"I put them in order, as I was bored. The ones on top are the oldest one, the ones on the bottom are the newest ones. We can see how much we have changed through the years." She smiled.

I flicked through the photos. You could see the change. The first ones I wasn't touching her, but I was smiling big as I was so proud to just be in a photo with her. The other ones when we been going out for a year or two I was all over her, proud that I finally got her. She was all over me too. The newest ones I'm always holding her from behind, just looks like I'm always protecting her. Which I am. Like the image of the photo is saying don't fuck with us. However, through all of these photos, I can still see the same love in my eyes, I still love her the same. But I didn't look as proud. Didn't look like I was showing her off as much. As the years went on Tinashe seemed to have less fucks to give.

"I love you." I honestly spoke to Tinashe.

"I love you too."

I know why my proudness went down a bit is because at the beginning I had a new girl, but I was expecting in five years time to say what we have done together in that time. We made all these plans but we didn't do all of them. We said we would deal on the streets to get money to go on holidays, go on little trips. Money for our wedding and our kids. All we done is made money for Tinashe to smoke it.

"We never stuck to our plans we made." I said to Tinashe.

She went silent for a while. I know she knows the plans I'm talking about because that's all we would talk about when was younger.

"It's only been five years Chris. We have so much more time together."

"I know but I want to make memories with you." I said in defense.

"We have made memories, look at the photos. We have a house together. We both have our own car. This is just the beginning no need to rush." She said making a strong point.

"Does this future conclude marriage and a family?" I asked.

She huffed then started to gather all the photos back up and place them into the books they came from.