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LOCATION: BALTIMORE, MARYLAND
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DATE: FRIDAY, JULY 5TH TIME: 3:00 p.m
"𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒." 𝐊𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒 to herself. "Thirty minutes then I have to leave."
In reality, it had been over thirty minutes since she had been waiting, the sun was slowly starting to go down as every growing minute passed by. Her mind had been all over the place as she sat on the bench — her leg bouncing rapidly every second as she frantically checked her surroundings.
Kimora had been talking to herself ever since she arrived, mainly to keep herself sane, but she was oblivious to the fact that it was actually driving her crazier, the skin on her right arm turning a soft red as she kept picking at it.
"God, where is he? He was suppose to be here by now."
Her phone was dead, so she couldn't call anybody she knew to come where they were, nor did she have any change to use a payphone nearby — not that she wanted to, she refused to leave that spot until Marion showed his face.
She started wondering what would she do when she had to walk back home alone — the thought making her heart and body droop as sadness took over, she didn't know how she was going to tell Keyontae his best friend was no longer here. Nor could she find the words to tell everyone else he wasn't coming home either, her body was stuck as well as her mind.
"No, don't think like that. He's going to be okay."
Being in her thoughts eventually made her zone out realized as she continued mumbling to herself over and over; she didn't realize someone slowly walking up to her, their breathing getting heavier every step they took as they held the pistol tightly in their hand.
"He's going to be okay Kimora, he's going to be okay."
Her knees were now to her chest, tears streaming down her face as she continued to have a conversation with nobody but herself. While the person behind her stepped closer to her as she paid them no mind.
"Don't overthink it, he's going to be okay."
A hand being placed on her shoulder brought her out of her delusional daydream — a small scream escaping her lips as she lunged forward, the gun was now out of her pants as she turned around to aim it at whoever it was.
A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she stared at the person in front of her, following by a broken sob as she immediately wrapped her arms around the person — her face in their chest as she heavily cried.
