This is the sequel to Heart Ain't a Brain. If you haven't, read that first!
They say don't fall in love, it's a mistake.
The trajectory of one's life can change in the blink of an eye. So what happens when a series of tragic events changes the cour...
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Dominic
All I can do Is sit and think about the way you used to love me The way you used to hold me And the way you used to touch me And all I want is another moment
A few days had passed since Izzy's birthday party and I had been avoiding Nayeli like the plague. As soon as I got into the car to take her back to her apartment she immediately started a fight on the information Dreka's big mouth ass let slip. She went on and on about how I was foul for fucking somebody an hour before I fucked her, and how I should be ashamed of myself. I had to kindly remind her that we aren't together and that I technically didn't fuck Raelle which seemed to piss her off even more. We argued the whole car ride back which irritated the shit out of me.
I swiftly dropped her crazy ass off at our apartment building not even bothering to park before letting her out of the car and speeding away. She had been blowing my phone up ever since then. The amount of voicemails and text messages she had been sending was insane. She clearly had some loose screws, and I needed to put some distance between us so she could cool off.
For the past three days, I've been staying at my loft downtown. I hadn't been here in months so it felt odd to be here by myself. This was where me and Rae always came when we wanted to get away from everyone and everything and just immerse ourselves in each other. Her mark was all over this place in the simplest of ways. From her multiple body washes still lining the selves we had in our walk-in shower to how her favorite snacks were still in the pantry. I could still smell her scent on our sheets whenever I would get ready to go to sleep each night. I couldn't bring myself to wash them because it brought me comfort to be able to smell her as I slept.
I was currently downstairs working on a painting that I was only able to paint for a few minutes each day before I would get stuck on what direction I wanted to take it in. I knew it was going to be a portrait but of who was where I was having trouble. It's like my mind would only let me focus on it for small increments of time before I had to switch to something else.
All I had so far were the eyes of the woman I was painting. Whoever she was, she had the most beautiful eyes that I had ever seen. They felt so familiar to me but I wasn't able to place where I had seen them before. They were shaping out to be an almond shape as I used my paintbrush to fill in her full bottom lashes bringing more depth to them. Once I finished the bottom lashes I worked on the top ones trying my best to have them frame the curve of each eye.
Dipping a new brush into the dark brown paint I filled in the outline of her irises which I had drawn earlier. Not liking how dark the color was I dipped another brush into a mason jar of water and then into a lighter brown mixing the lighter color with what was already on the canvas. A small smile pulled at the corner of my lips as I looked at the perfect mix of colors taking shape before me. With the sunlight coming in through the windows in the area of the loft I was in, her eyes looked hypnotizing.
