Black Woman Preferences & Imagines

Drafted: Part 1

@BriaBooks, I apologize for being so lazy and taking forever to write this chapter. I just have been so busy and suck at time management. This is also total shit to me.

"I've been drafted into the army"

Those three words I have been dreading to hear from anyone I love. I wasn't expecting it either, we were having fun and then he drops a big bomb on me. It's been three days since I heard the love of life say that. I didn't want to let him go.

Not now.

Not ever.

Sighing once again, before attempting to read this book. I closed the book calmly before groaning and throwing the book straight at the door.

Noticing the cold wetness on my cheeks, I wiped my tears off. Black smudges covered my hand. Tears still flowing out my eyes, I walked to the bathroom to wipe all this makeup off. Glaring at my reflection, looking at my caramel skin and the tear streaks on my cheek. Brown hair tied in a tight bun, with curly strands framing my face. Reggie is going to be coming over later and I can't look like someone died. Turning the cold tap and started washing my face.

Will the war change him?

What if he doesn't come back?

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"Babe, you there?" Reggie voice echoed in my house. I was now in the kitchen, making some food. It seemed like the best way to distracted myself from the harsh reality. I responded, "Yeah, I'm in the kitchen." He wrapped his hand around my waist from behind. Giggling as he placed feather kisses on your shoulders. I didn't want to turn around because he can read me like a book. "So, how was your day?"

"I just went to see my family and tell them the news. As, expected they didn't take it well. How was your day?" Reggie asked, snuggling his head into my neck. I lightly giggled as I felt his hair rub my shoulder, "Quite uneventful, just like my favourite types of Saturdays. So, you gon help with the dishes or not?"

Reggie rolled up his sleeves and moved next to me. He grabbed a tea towel to start drying the dishes for me. How much I appreciate this man is not even a word, yet. The thought keeps bugging me, I try avoid thinking about it. It's just impossible to get it out of my mind.

REGGIE POV

Tension in the kitchen was high. We were both trying to avoid the topic, by talking about anything but we need to talk about it. I wasn't happy with this arrangement at all, not seeing her for almost a year. By the time I come back, she could be with someone else, planning to begin a life with him. I doubt she would wait about 10 months for him,  her life couldn't stop just because I left. I wanted her to be happy and maybe the only way for her to be happy is for me to let her go.

The night was quiet, we attempted small talk but it failed as well. It was quiet, which depressed me deeply. I knew now, that this speed bump in our love changed each of us. We were both picking at our foods and avoided looking at each other in the eyes. 

"We need to talk" I suddenly said. We couldn't kick the bush for ever.

She looked up, it looked like she was trying so hard not cry, "Yeah, I know."

"I think we need to break up, I won't let my own career set you back from the life you wanted," Tears almost poured out of her eyes.

Amira said as she dried her tears, "The life I want, has you in it. Yes, I am not happy with the outcome but I should've expected once I knew your career. I believe that we are stronger enough to overcome this challenge." 

"Do you really want that? Do you really want to spend your life waiting for a man who could die at any moment?" 

"There's the possibility with every job, Reggie. You can't just run from realities of this harsh world."  She replied back. Maybe I could, with her. Just for a bit, for us to re-prioritise ourselves.