S L I M A Z Z
|| June 15 ||𓆩♡𓆪
I hissed my teeth for the millionth time today as I walked into my house, my shoulders slumping in annoyance almost instantly.
The first thing to catch my eyes was Tahjay who stood beside my decorated counter.
Lawd have mercy.
Again?
I moved out of his house and instead of moving back with my dad I bought a house, in cash too.
It's been due time, I'm about to have a baby and me and my baby's dad is separated so living with my dad would be me leeching on him.
Not that dad has a problem since he hates the idea of me growing up.
Feel like him cry a night but stillz.
Eversince I left Jay that night he's been trying to make it up to me, he goes as far as sleeping outside in his car waiting on me to leave my house to talk to me.
He isn't blocked, but I don't reply to his messages unless it has to do with our baby, other than that I don't speak to him but he's been trying.
Sighing, I took out my airpods, a scoff leaving my lips when I heard the song playing in the background.
'Belize'
Honestly, that song does refer to us alot. It's like milly wrote it for us.
"Seriously?" I asked shutting the door behind me my eyes stuck on him, then going back to the decorations and gifts.
"I'm sorry" He whispered lowly his eyes holding an apologetic look. "Tahjay, I don't want your gifts okay" I walked up to him resting my bag on the counter.
"Okay, but mek mi explain please?" I squinted my eyes at him searching for an answer in my thoughts.
If I stand here and listen to him I might start crying, mi cyah bada needa because my pregnancy hormones are the worse. All I do is cry and think about him and our current situation.
"Explain? Or yuh mean lie further? I'm tired if you explaining constantly, lying CONSTANTLY, Hurting me CONSTANTLY, breaking my heart over and over again" I felt warm liquid I've been building up for weeks finally flowing down my face.
Cry me a river at this point.
Mada.
"I'm sorry, I was scared if you knew the whole truth you'd leave me, yeah mi can admit I'm scared to lose you" His words only caused my tears to pour harder the vulnerable sound in his tone sending me over the edge.
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