One is dying to stop living and the other is dying to start. Soul searching led them to each other, when they finally collide how will they navigate their new world together.
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After putting the last box in my truck I let out a sigh of relief. Wearing all white did not save me from the heat of the sun at all.
"Tu, I know sometimes it seem like I just be fussing at you but I really am gonna miss you around here. If you ever need to come stay for a while again you can." Pops said watching me from the porch.
"Yessir. I'll be round here on Sundays still, you know that."
He nodded his head at me as I made my way around the truck to get in the front seat.
I was only living with my Pops for five months, my mental health got too bad to live alone. If it was up to me I would've jumped off the balcony into the traffic at my old place, but it was not up to me. Clearly.
The memories at the old place was too much for me to return to though so I rented it out and bought a high rise apartment in Downtown.
I didn't need my Pops help moving because most of the shit I have in the boxes are just clothes and personal things, movers have already been there to set up the things I ordered online so Im set.
Pulling into the large garage I went to the highest floor.
Not gone lie, I am not bringing these boxes in right now
Going into the house it was quiet and dark. I always say that's how I like it but Im lying. I hate this shit.
Just reminds me Im all alone.
Welp, might as well roll up. Grabbing my jar of weed off the top of the fridge I roll 3 woods.
Yum, bro I havent ate nothing. Blunt for breakfast.
My stomach deadass be growling after smelling some weed, I have a problem. As soon as I lit the wood I got a phone call.
"Hello?" A frail voice spoke into the phone.
Man who granny, I just wanna get high.
"Hi." I said back
"This is Mary Evans, is this Nannie?" she asked me.
"No."
Why are you not hangin up.
"Oh my, Im sorry if I am a bother. My daughter is not here and Im going through my phone book. When you get old and sit in the hospital alone it makes you think about all those people you used to have a good laugh with."
Might as well talk to her.
I hit my wood. "I understand being alone all too well."
"Do you really?" She replied skeptically.
"Yes ma'am I do."
"Well you sound young, how old are you?" She asked me.
