THRID POINT OF VIEW
"Onika?" Beyoncé questioned leaving her room. She could hear the front door open and close. Her mom and Solange went out to get food. Leaving Beyoncé alone, but with news of onika coming over.
She just knew it was her, had a feeling. She could smell her in the air, feel her presence near. She gulps itching closer to the top of the staircase. Peering down the stairs she was right, a figure standing in the doorway.
It was clear exactly who it was. Her long black hair curtaining her face. Her slender body draped in black. A black hoodie on her body, as her joggers hung low. She rocked herself carefully as she glanced up the staircase. Catching eyes with the woman of her dreams.
Do you ever just see someone again and know
you still have so much love for them?
Maybe even too much love. When looking at this person you can just feel it. Deeper in your soul, almost crushing your heart. The feeling they give you at a forte, your palms feel sweaty. Your words seem as if they're stuck in your throat.
The world just feels as if it stops spinning the moment that person is within your atmosphere. You don't have to hear them, you can feel them. You just know they're near, you are safer. As if the troubles you previously had would never come back with them next to you.
That's how Beyoncé felt at the moment, she was so stupid. She didn't know why she entertained Reed. She regretted the moment it happened but it was intensified by a thousand now. Seeing onika again felt like seeing the stars for the first time. She couldn't make herself look away.
She was truly in love so in love. The love she shared with onika was the kind that burned like gasoline. But she was always willing to light a match, and turn off the lights. She knew what they had could be destructive in the end but it didn't matter.
If this was the last night they'd have together. It didn't matter, she realized she'd rather die young than to live without this girl.
Almost in sync they exhaled deeply, Beyoncé's eyes watering as onika crossed her arms. She came in here wanting to be angry. She wanted to scream at Beyoncé until she couldn't anymore.
But just having eyes on her made everything disintegrate. Beyoncé needed to understand how badly onika hurt. But onika couldn't bring herself to want to reprimand her. She just wanted to hold her closely to kiss and hug her.
"Why do you keep doing this shit to me?" Beyoncé's eyebrows raised as she watched Onika's hoodie hit the ground.
She went to open her mouth to speak but she couldn't. Onika cut her off, saying her part before she didn't have anymore fight in her.
"I left you for not even a full week and you're showing your ass. Do you know how that makes me feel, Beyoncé?"
"I'm so sorry. I realized how stupid I was being onika. I love you so much, I don't want anyone else." The jet fought off her smile before she kicked off her shoes.
"I didn't want anyone else either but you don't see me entertaining them. Acting as if I wanted to be friends or even flirt. That was you, all you, so do you really not want anyone else?"
"I don't. I don't. I only want you, I know that now." Onika's brown eyes widened, her eyebrows furrowing as she took to the stairs. Step by step she ascended so she could see Beyoncé close up.
"You know that now? You didn't know that from the beginning? Please watch what you say around me right now."
"I've always known I just— I've never been in love before. We went through so much, I didn't know If that was supposed to be that way."
