Kamala blinks excessively. Her breathing speeding up, and her breath getting caught in her throat. I sighed as I wiped my tears. I bit my lip nervously, and her tears fell down her flushed cheeks. Kamala cleared her throat, "is— is this relationship over..?". I sighed as I ran my fingers through my loose curls. Kamala cleared her throat, "I'm asking a question.. Tiffany". I looked at her and I sighed, "I'm sorry.. but I just can't do this anymore".
When i said that, I felt a hint of relief. Me and Kamala just can't get through the obstacles. It's just.. Right person wrong time. I love her dearly but I cannot do this. I gotta put me first before anything. Kamala nodded as she wiped her tears clearing her throat. She got up and walked towards the bedroom.
I felt like she was pissed at me. I felt a sense of tel but also regret. But I cant keep feeling like this, it's too toxic and both of us aren't making any progress. It's just like a life cycle, replaying over and over again. I laid my head back into the couch sinking in. I cried silently, I felt so bad but it was bound to happen.
I heard a knock at the door. I got up and walked to the door. I looked through the peep hole and there was her secret agent. I opened the door and let him in, I closed it behind him. Kamala came from the room placing all her bags down on the living room floor. I turned my head and cried as loud as I can letting it all out. I felt someone hugging me, it was Kamala.
Kamala sighed, "I'm always gonna love you Tiffany. I understand that this isn't working for you, I love you baby". She kissed my lips softly. I sighed and wiped my tears as I sniffled. I kissed her back and we kissed for a moment. Then we both pulled away, "I love you too, Kamala". We hugged before she walked out the door. I closed the door behind them.
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Sunday night...
I went to the bar to free my mind and get a drink. I walked into the bar and ordered a beer or two. After drinking for a while I paid for my last beer and I left. As I walked down the sidewalk I seen Bonnie in the corner of my eye. She stopped me and cleared her throat. "Hey.. hey tiff. Why are you out so late?". I sighed as I drunk my beer. I genuinely wasn't in the mood at all, Kamala was the only person I was thinking about at the moment.
"I'm just clearing my mind. Why are you in Washington bonnie?". I said it as if I was annoyed. She doesn't even live down here so why is she here?. She sighed, "me and Chris divorced. I caught him cheating right after I made it back home from Washington. So I decided to move down here". She's joking? She must be joking, because I bet she moved here just because of me. I'm not fucking with this conversation at all, I'm done.
"Well I'm sorry, but I have to go". I unlocked my car door and I felt her grab my arm. "Tiff.. please". She tried to lean in to me but I pushed her away. "Why the fuck are you so desperate. Leave me alone". She pulled back after I screamed at her. I felt eyes watching us, I looked around and i seen Kamala stepping out of her car wearing all black.
She saw us then she turned around and went the other way. I felt a turn in my stomach, now she's gonna think I broke up with her for Bonnie. Fuck. I hopped into my car and I drove off immediately.
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Monday evening..
It was 1pm I was heading to the meeting. I had about 3 to go to, I was extremely exhausted. I walked into the conference room and I found a seat. I pulled out some papers as I went through the schedule. I was in there alone for the most part, I seen the door swing open and it was Kamala. I looked up at her, she was wearing a dark blue suit with a black unbuttoned silk shirt underneath. I smiled a little then looked at the time wondering where everyone is. She cleared her throat. "Why were you at the bar with Bonnie?". She said it in a stern voice, her voice echoing the room.
I sighed as I rubbed my temple. "She saw me and talked to me. I didn't arrive with her". Kamala laughed a little and stood at the podium fixing her blazer as everyone walked in. I'm guessing she didn't believe me but I honestly didn't give a fuck.
I wrote things down as she talked and talked. The door swung open and I seen Doug and Millie walking in together. My heart dropped to my ass and my anger started to build up. I made eye contact with Kamala and I gave her a glare. I looked away and I sighed deeply. Millie and Doug sat down and listened to Kamala as well.
First off Doug was fired why is he here at a team meeting?. Kamala smiled, "we are having the biggest journalists group come down here Friday night, we are doing a welcome party". I sighed, that's why they're here. Great. This was another way for Kamala to get under my skin, she's being a bitch right now. I cleared my throat cutting her off. "This whole welcome party wasn't apart of the schedule. There are college students coming to visit this Friday". I said it in a snappy voice as I placed my hands on the table. Kamala tilted her head and raised her eye brow as I said that. She sighed.
"We can rearrange a few things". She said it in a snappy voice as she rolled her eyes and smiled at everyone else. If she wanna play games we can, but she's not gonna win easily.
She cleared her throat, "so please dress appropriately, and that goes for everyone. No cleavage showing ladies". I chuckled to myself and I closed my folder and placed it in my bag. I knew just exactly what I was gonna wear just to piss her off.
After the meeting was over everyone scattered around the room. She tapped my shoulder, "meet me in my office, right now". I laughed a little. "I'm not doing shit". I walked away from her and I left the conference room. Y'all must not know how I can get, let's play this game then.
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