The Moth and the Flame

TMATF|15

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"I mean, it's really none of my business, but I really do think you two should talk. Not only regarding Onyx, but the fact you two are still married. Cause you can go by your maiden name all you want and request people to call you that, but on paper, that's still gone say Azan."

Irie sighed to herself, as her and Diamond's conversation played endlessly in her mind.

Currently sitting upright in bed, head resting against the wall, Irie eyed the cellphone she held in her hands.

It had been an entire week since Diamond dropped the bomb on Irie about Heru calling and it had plagued her since.

It toyed with her mind so much so, that whenever Irie closed her eyes, Heru encompassed it.

She couldn't lie to herself  anymore and say that she didn't want to see him, just one last time, as well as hopefully gathering a few things that belonged to Onyx...if he still had them. With both England and Diamond doing a little shopping, this left Irie to her own devices. She didn't mind this though, as she'd grown to depend quite heavily on her own company. She didn't like being disturbed and slept with her door locked. Her value for privacy had heightened tremendously since being on the inside.

She didn't like being as open and free anymore.

Now chewing on the soft flesh of the inside of her cheek, Irie squeezed the device tightly, until it began to burn a bit before releasing it.

Slightly turning to her left, Irie took in the sounds of cars and doors closing before leaning her head back.

The outside noise was annoying.

It bothered and pricked her ears to no end. Although prison life was quite loud and rowdy, there were still blissful moments of pure, still, silence....Silence in which Irie was grateful for, as the rustle and bustle of the city life had no longer favored her ear.

"Okay...I just need to get his stuff. I just need something," Irie reminded herself, whilst returning her head back down.

"I can do this. I did it before," she uttered next.

And in that moment, she tossed any caution and fear to the wind, quickly pressing the ten numbers on the keypad of the phone. Making such a rash decision without much thought was something Irie had also adapted to while in prison.

Quick decisions....thinking about the consequences of them later on.

Fights.

Talking back to guards.

Not following rules.

Going across her wrists.

deciding not to eat for days.

Bedsheets.

Shutting her eyes tight, Irie felt her heartbeat quicken, as she tried to wipe the memories that suddenly began to run into her mind, and at that same moment, his voice filled her right ear.