Suicide Sisters

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HEY fireflies; do y'all like happy or sad endings? ANSA QUICKLY

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Zedadiah glared at nothing in particular, his thoughts swirling like autumn leaves caught in a gust of wind. Today was the day Ja'Kiya would embark on her long-awaited trip to her homeland, a journey to reconnect with family and roots.

He couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety mixed with a bittersweet sense of pride as he watched her sleep, her face peaceful and serene, illuminated by the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.

Stroking Kiya's cheek lovingly, Zed's frown deepened at the thought of being away from her. The impending separation loomed over him like a dark cloud, casting a shadow on the bright day ahead. He felt a sense of helplessness, a desire to freeze time and hold onto the moments they shared.

"I'm finna tweak" he muttered under his breath, a phrase that encapsulated his frustration and concern. He wanted to shake her awake, to plead with her to stay, but he knew that this journey was important for her.

Kiya stirred, her voice a sleepy murmur. "your glaring too loud" She turned her face into his chest, tightening her hold on him as if anchoring herself to the warmth of their shared space.

"Wake up" Zed urged, gently tapping the side of her hip, his heart racing as he watched her eyes flutter open to meet his gaze. He felt an overwhelming need to be seen by her—to be acknowledged in a way that transcended words.

"Good morning, Baby" she hummed softly, pressing a kiss on his exposed chest, her breath warm against his skin.

"Ain't shit good 'bout you leaving me" he blurted out, his tone sharp and blunt, though it wasn't intentional. He caught his mistake immediately and ran a hand down his face, feeling the weight of his words. "I apologize, good morning, Phat."

Kiya, ever the embodiment of grace, simply hummed in response as she climbed out of bed, stretching her legs and retying her bonnet. She walked into the connected bathroom, leaving Zed with his thoughts, swirling like the steam from a hot cup of coffee.

"Apology accepted" her voice floated back to him. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"You" he replied without thinking.

"Real food, Zedadiah" she shot back, her laughter echoing through the small space.

"Mm, I don't know, Phat. You pick; I'm not that hungry" he called, trying to mask the heaviness in his heart with humor.

"Stuffed French toast with fruits? I have mangoes, all versions of berries, bananas, and kiwis" she suggested, her voice brightening the atmosphere unknowingly.

"Yeah, with just the berries"

"Kay" exiting the room she went into the kitchen humming lowly.

Zed lay back against the pillows, the scent of her lingering in the air, mingling with the aromas of the breakfast she was preparing. He couldn't shake the feeling of impending loss, the way her absence would echo in the quiet corners of both their homes. Each moment they had shared together felt like a thread in a tapestry, vibrant and intricate, and he feared that the fabric would fray in her absence.

As he listened to her humming softly while she cooked, he couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had brought them to this point. They had shared laughter, tears, and countless memories that felt like a lifetime compressed into a few short months. The way her eyes sparkled when she talked about her family, the stories she shared about her childhood, and the dreams she held close to her heart—each moment had woven them closer together.