No Love Allowed.

New acquaintance

Rihanna's POV

A week has passed now since I welcomed myself into the cold streets of Harlem. A week has passed since I made the most tragic mistake which has allowed me freedom. As the days have passed it's felt endless I honestly feel as if I'm just a soul-less being roaming around with no purpose. Do you know how empty I feel? All the emotions, the guilt, anger, sadness and fear has eaten away at me. I don't feel shit anymore. I'm not the same girl I used to be, nothing but just a heartless woman attempting to run away from her past which keeps coming back through my mind, haunting me. The only way I can try to silence the faded voices through my head is long walks, or even just lunch at the main café, which is where I find myself sitting now. As my eyes scan the happy crowd of people chatting away in their seats, munching away at their food my eyes stop at one certain couple. They look so lost in each other's presence, as if no one else besides the two of them is all that matters in the room and honestly, the longer I look at them giggling, laughing cuddling and gazing into each other's eyes, the more I see myself and Chris as them. Before I can look away I'm beat to it as a voice meets my ears. " You good there, ma? " My head turns immediately only to be met with emerald orbs, a tall fit male with short kinky curls, lightskin and a defined jawline. I eyed him up and down quickly, but in a look of disinterest as I rolled my eyes and looked away from him. The last thing I fucking needed was some boy thinking he could talk to me, shit I didn't even want company, let alone him. Instead of dismissing himself further away from me he pulls out the chair and sits down in the seat in front of me. " I'm Jaxon. " He simply states as I feel his eyes stare intently at me.

" And I don't care. " I said as I turned to look at him, resting a fist on my cheek.

"Aye, no need to be like that, shit. Cut the attitude just tryna be nice. " He replied his tone now a bit more firm and raspy.

Who was this guy? Right a complete stranger. Who asked for his company? Oh yeah, not fucking me.

I shook my head as I scoffed and looked at him. "Look, you got me fucked up if you think you can magically appear outta nowhere and start a conversation actin' like I know you. You're a stranger, you could be a serial killer for all I know." I replied as I raised a brow, the statement instantly making me uneasy. I used to say it all the time, but now the tables had turned and I actually was one.

Jaxon sighed and shook his head as he began fiddling with his fingers on the table, he remained silent then began.
" I don't mean to be a bother, it's just. I've seen you come here continously for 5 days now and you always look very lifeless, sad and miserable. You don't do much, speak or have any company. I wanted to at least try change that. "

As his words met my ears I looked up at him, blinking as I awkwardly rubbed my shoulder. Not only did I feel bad for being a complete bitch, but it also shocked me that someone had actually acknowledged my existence in here. I nodded my head not sure exactly what to say so instead, I held my hand out for him to shake. "I'm Rihanna."

And the same time those words left my lips, was the same time I knew I done fucked up and forgotten my name change.
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authors note;;

i have 0 motivation for this story, i feel like no one reads it, votes or comments. id actually frequently update a lot if you guys did show the love lololol 😪💜