It's okay, you just don't know no better,
you're better off being alone ...
Hope you find comfort in all of the lies that you told..
You'll never get it, I get it, I'm here on my own..
I'll be on my own ...
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The following morning, Seoni woke up to a barrage of texts and missed calls from Braylen. They all pleaded, "Can we talk about last night?"
Seoni hesitated. She was still processing the awkwardness of their last encounter and wasn't ready to dive into another heavy conversation. She ignored his calls and texts, hoping he'd get the hint. But Braylen wasn't one to be easily deterred.
A few hours later, while Seoni was lounging on her couch, she heard a loud knock at her door. Startled, she checked her peephole and saw Braylen standing there, looking impatient. When she didn't answer, the knocking grew more insistent.
Then, she heard a metallic clinking sound. Turning towards the noise, she watched in shock as Braylen pulled out a lock-picking tool and started fiddling with her door.
The door creaked open, and Braylen stormed in, looking both annoyed and frustrated. "What the fuck? You ain't see me texting and calling you? I've been banging at this door! Now I gotta pick the fucking lock. Is you deaf or something? Why you don't wanna talk to a nigga? What you mad or something?"
Seoni's jaw dropped. "Are you serious? You just broke into my apartment!"
"Man, I wasn't tryin' to break in. I just needed to talk, and you weren't answering. I didn't know what else to do!" Braylen's frustration was evident in his voice as he paced the room.
Seoni crossed her arms, trying to maintain her composure. "So you thought breaking into my shit was the best solution?"
"Look, I'm sorry," Braylen said, his voice softening slightly. "I just didn't know how else to get through to you. Last night really messed me up, and I didn't want to leave things like that."
Seoni's anger began to wane as she listened. "Braylen, I've dealt with all this shit from niggas before. You say you don't want somebody, but your actions say different. Then I'm left trying to piece the damn puzzle together, driving myself crazy. You don't want me? I don't know what you want, and you probably don't either."
Braylen's eyes widened slightly as he took in her words. He started walking up to her, his gaze shifting to one of intense desire. "Oh, so I don't want you?" he said, his voice low and heated. "You really think I don't want you after the way I just showed my ass? I more than want you."
As he spoke, he moved closer, his eyes never leaving hers. They backed up into the fridge door, and Braylen's lips were nearly touching hers. The proximity was electrifying, the air between them thick with tension.
Seoni's breath hitched as Braylen's lips met hers in a passionate kiss. The kiss was full of the unspoken words and emotions they both had been holding back. It was a mix of apology, affection, and longing that neither of them fully understood but both felt deeply.
