Amahle and Jey thought they had overcome the worst of their challenges of their relationship. Their love, forged in the fires of adversity, seemed unbreakable.
But, as they settle on their new paths they both try to tackle, unforeseen obstacles beg...
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JEY|
What the hell she mean "She won't be there when I get back?"
The words replayed in my head, over and over, like a damn broken record. I could still hear the way she said it, all cold and sharp, like she was really ready to walk away.
She done lost her damn mind.
I sighed heavily, rubbing a hand over my face, trying to make sense of everything that had just gone down. I knew Amahle could be fiery, but this? This was something else. The whole conversation was a blur of anger, accusations, and hurt. I couldn't even pinpoint when it went from trying to talk things out to this full-blown disaster.
But what the fuck did I expect? This business ain't easy, and neither is dealing with the fallout from some bullshit Carmelo decided to run his mouth about. But Amahle? She's supposed to be different, the one person I could count on, the one who wouldn't get caught up in all this mess. And now, here we are, at each other's throats over something I didn't even want to believe in the first place.
The thought sent a chill through me.She was the one I asked to marry me, the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. And now, the thought of her leaving, of her not being there when I got back, made something inside me twist in a way I wasn't prepared for.
I'm not losing her over this shit. I can't.
But then, what the hell am I supposed to do? She's pissed, and I'm... I'm pissed too. Pissed at Carmelo for starting this shit, pissed at myself for letting it get to this point, and pissed at her for throwing those words back in my face like they didn't mean a damn thing.
I sighed again, longer this time, letting the air out slowly like it could somehow release the tension building up inside me. I needed to fix this, but how the hell was I supposed to do that when we were both so wound up?
She won't be there when I get back.
That shit echoed in my head again, and I clenched my fists, feeling the frustration boil up. I didn't want to admit it, but those words cut deep. I didn't want to think about what it would mean if she really wasn't there, if this fight was the one that tore us apart for good.
