Ramirah Shiloh Capri
I woke up from my nap, stretching out in an empty bed. "Solana?" I called, my voice still raspy and groggy as I glanced around the room. No response.
Sighing, I grabbed my phone to call her. She was probably getting the car or something. "Hello? Solana?" I asked as the call connected, but the voice on the other end wasn't hers.
"Solana's busy," said a familiar voice that made my stomach turn.
"Tell her to delete my number," I said flatly, hanging up before I could even let the rage build. There was no point. This time, I wasn't going to sit and listen to any excuses. If Nova wanted to keep making these dumbass choices, she could make them single.
Im done.
She had no business even being around that girl, and now she's letting her answer my calls? The disrespect was through the roof and I'm not here for it.
I checked my phone, making sure my flight for tomorrow morning was still confirmed which it was and then started looking for hotels nearby.
I couldn't even stand to look at her right now.
After booking a hotel near the airport, I started packing. The necklace and ring she gave me? I left them on the nightstand without a second thought.
The Uber pulled up just as I was rolling my suitcase out of the lobby. And of course, she was walking in right at that moment.
"Mama, where you going?" she asked, reaching for me. But I sidestepped her, not even bothering to look in her direction. My Uber was already here.
"All that shit you said earlier was a lie, Nova. You couldn't even wait a full hour before running back to her. I'm done. Don't ever speak to me again." My voice cracked, but I didn't care. I was already heading for the car.
"Baby, wait—" she tried, but I was gone before she could even finish. Once I was in the back seat, I put both AirPods in and just cried. Silently. There were no words left for her.
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"I'm so sorry, babe. That fucking sucks. We can jump her if you want," Nina's voice was sympathetic over FaceTime, but the anger in her tone was clear. She was always overprotective.
"I'm just going to pretend she never existed," I mumbled, flopping face first onto my bed after getting home. My body felt like a bus had hit it, and all I wanted was to drown in my bed, maybe some ice cream and every sad R&B song I could think of.
"I don't think that's healthy," Nina frowned.
"I don't care," I said flatly, rubbing my eyes that were already swollen from crying. "I'm going to cry in the shower. I'll talk to you later."
"Call me if you need anything, okay? Love you," she said softly.
"Love you too," I whispered before ending the call.
Nova had been texting me all night. Long paragraphs trying to explain, trying to justify what couldn't be justified. I didn't even read them. I just blocked her. Blocked her on everything, but couldn't get her out of my damn head.
Laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, tears started up again. I couldn't seem to stop. I lost track of how many times had I cried today? Five? Six?
I thought I'd forgotten what heartbreak felt like, but here it was, hitting me all over again. Only this time, it was worse. This time, it was because of Solana. My Solana. Shit, her Solana.
Was I in love? I hadn't even realized it until this moment—until it hurt this badly. I cried harder, burying my face in the pillow. I hadn't eaten. I hadn't moved. I just laid there, feeling my chest ache like my heart was being shredded into pieces.
Loving her had felt so good. So I didn't understand how could it hurt this much now?
She promised she'd never make me cry, and here I was, crying until I couldn't breathe.
Eventually, I forced myself out of bed, knowing I had school and work tomorrow. Even though I couldn't stand, I had to move because I had shit to do and life won't stop because I'm heartbroken.
The shower, of course, was just another excuse to cry. Every drop of water brought back a memory of her as it watched them all go down the drain.
When I finally crawled back into bed, I'm exhausted, physically and emotionally. I cried myself to sleep, wishing that the pain would leave me but it didn't. It hurt, even in my dreams. I hated her right now. But I miss her just as much.
I hope she was happy with her decision because I'm sure I'd ever be happy again.
