"I know if I'm haunting you, you must be haunting me."
BEYNIKA ONESHOTS: chapters, scenarios, scenes, and an imagination running wild.
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Residuals. Inspired by the Chris Brown song, "Residuals."
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Beyoncé.
I sat on the edge of the couch, legs crossed, swirling my glass of red wine like it had all my damn answers on how the hell did we ever get here. The night was quiet, too quiet for my liking, and I'm a silence lover. The only sound filtering through the penthouse's windows was of the low hums of the city beneath us. We didn't try to fill in the silence, yet it was eating at me.
Onika was across the room, leaning against the long window frame, staring out at the lights as if she also could find the answers in them. Her reflection was dim, but I could see the thin line she was pressing her pink lips into, the tight grip she has her free hand in, and the way her shoulders tensed each time I shifted on the couch.
I hated this. I hated the space between us, hated how lately, it felt like she was slipping away from me... like she was slipping through my fingers and I couldn't do a damn thing but watch. We were so close, until we weren't anymore.
"Why are you so far?" I broke the silence, my voice softer than I intended. It wasn't supposed to sound like a broken needy one, but I couldn't help it.
Onika didn't turn around. Her shoulders stiffened, but she stayed rooted to her spot. "I'm not far." She replied, her voice carrying that same distance I couldn't stand anymore.
"You are." I countered, my voice rougher than before, as we both knew I hated when she lied to me. I set my glass down with more force than necessary. "You've been distant for weeks, Onika. I can feel it, hell I can even taste it on your lips when you kiss me, I know you. So don't try lying your way out of this, because you're a terrible liar, and we both know the distance only keeps on worsening between us."
Her silence stretched between us like a taut string ready to snap. She was always the giggly chatterbox between the both of us, while I was the listener who basked in her presence and showed her gratitude differently. Finally, she sighed and turned around, leaning back against the glass. The streetlights caught the sharp angles of her face, the way her black hair fell in soft curls down her shoulders, making her look even more fierce and untouchable.
"I'm right here, Bey," she said, but we both knew she was lying. "Don't." Was all I said, before she shook her head exasperated by me. "What do you want me to say?"
I stood up, facing her, as I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to balance out the immense waves of vulnerability that were threatening to spill all my heart's contents to her right now. "I want you to say the truth for once throughout all those weeks! I want to know why it feels like you're running away from me, like you're slipping away from me. I'm right here, but you... you're not."
Onika let out a frustrated sigh, as she shook her head at me. "You're just imagining things... and reading way too much into this. I'm not slipping away from you." What?
