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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Raelle
If there was an award, I want the gold And I don't just want your heart, I want your soul Hittin' tricks like I'm a stripper on a pole And no my ex can't forget it 'Cause the shit just too good to let go
A radiant glow overtook the sky causing the sun to illuminate the beach as I seemed to get lost in thought while looking out at the crystal blue waters lap against the shoreline. Its soothing melody seemed to put my mind at ease, which I needed more than ever at this moment in time.
Today was our last full day here, and I couldn't help the small sense of dread that was gnawing at my chest the more I thought about returning to Atlanta. Things seemed so uncomplicated here. A gentle breeze and the sound of the ocean were all it took to calm the building turmoil inside of me when the thoughts in my head became too hard to bear, but tomorrow my peace would be ripped away from me, and I would be back to the problems I had been running from since waking up in the hospital all those months ago.
Since being in Bermuda I had been able to distract myself with friends and fleeting moments of happiness, but once I was back in my apartment I would once again be alone. The thought had been causing a small sense of panic to overtake me the more I thought about it. My mind hadn't been a safe space for me in months, and the things it was telling me to do were getting harder to quiet.
"Raelle, are you alright sweetheart?" Athena asked—her soothing voice and the faint sounds of the ocean hitting against the shore grounding me back into reality. She, Mari, Joyce, and I were seated in a private cabana having a catered brunch. Both Athena and Joyce had been talking about the resort's private eating experiences on the beach since they saw it in the brochure provided to us upon check-in, so I had decided to set one up before we left tomorrow.
"I'm fine, just a little tired. I haven't been getting much sleep." I admit while bringing the champagne flute in my hands to my lips. The tang of the orange juice and the bubbles from the champagne a welcomed addition to my taste buds. I was well on my way to being drunk, but I was holding my composure as best I could since Joyce and Athena were here.
"I'm sure you haven't," Mari smirked, making me playfully roll my eyes at what she was implying.
Dominic had damn near moved himself into my room and we had been having the best sex of my life the entirety of this trip. If he wasn't waking me up with dick, then he was putting me to sleep with it. I was ashamed of the control I had given him over my body, but I couldn't stop. He was like a drug to me, and I knew that it was going to be difficult to wean myself off of him once we were back in the States.
I hated allowing him to play with my emotions each day that we were here, but the delusional side of me who was still waiting for his forgiveness had hope that things between us would change. I couldn't wrap my mind around us being done no matter how many times I tried to convince myself otherwise.
