𝙨𝙖𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙚 𝙭 𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣. ❦ | 𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 .
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𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍 is a haunting, slow burn descent into the kind of love that feels mo...
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⌖ FUCK IT, LETS GAMBLE | O72. ‹ ⚜ › ❝ i hope i die in here. i hope i die so you can feel that shit for the rest of your fucking life. ❞
— SEPTEMBER TENTH 8:45 A.M. ᐟ
Jasiah's eyes fluttered open to the broken cries beside him. For a second he didn't move, he just laid there, half of his face buried in the pillow, his body weighted with sleep that never actually rested him. Asiah's cry cracked again, but higher this time.
Jasiah grunted under his breath, shifting, rolling from his stomach onto his side with the sheets dragged with him.
Asiah lay on his back, his feet kicking in a tantrum, his eyes wet as he cried up at the ceiling, crying like he didn't know his father had been awake watching him for a full five seconds now.
Jasiah closed his eyes again, exhaling slow & deep through his nose. "...What's wrong with you, Eggo?" He muttered with a gravelly voice.
He pushed himself upright, his back hitting the headboard before he reached over & lifted Asiah. He brought his knees up, letting the boy lean back against them, his growing legs sprawled out at the sides of Jasiah's hips.
Asiah's bottom lip trembled hard, his head turning, looking around like he was searching for someone he expected to see.
Jasiah watched every second of that. Watched the way Asiah's breaths stuttered & how his eyes kept darting toward the empty spot where Iris would normally be. He watched his son feel the absence before he could even understand it.
Iris keeping Asiah from him had pissed him off in a way nothing else could. Not business, not enemies, not even the police breathing down his neck. & he thought having their son with no restraints for once would feel good, like a win, one he didn't deserve of course.
But the room felt wrong without her, even Asiah felt it.
"Mama." He said it almost like a question, pointing at the empty spot where she usually laid. Then he brought that same finger to his mouth, nibbling on the tip, his comfort habit, while his head tilted downward, waiting for Jasiah to tell him something that made sense.
"Mama gon' be back soon, ight?" He said.
Asiah nodded then pulled his finger out of his mouth & scrubbed his watery eyes with the backs of his hands. "Mkay..." He sniffled. Then he reached forward & tapped Jasiah's chest with one small finger. The touch barely had landed with Asiah's attempt to be gentle. "Dada." He said, his whole face lifting into a proud smile.
