August Alsina| For Justyce Knight
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"Wha' da fuck you talkin' 'bout, Justyce? Whea' the fuck is dis' shit comin' from?" August huffed as he climbed out the bed.
The two having another argument. Arguments had seemed to become a regular for them. Justyce couldn't understand why. When she'd first helped August off the streets and invited him to live with her, everything was perfect between them.
"You've changed, August! How do I fix that," Justyce pleaded. "I need you back."
"Baby, I'on unda'stand wha' you sayin'. Ain't shit changed." August tried to assure her.
Though as he'd said it, even he could honestly say that it wasn't the truth. August hated to admit it but something wasn't right. As mush as he tried to say convince himself that everything was perfect, something inside of him was holding him back from being the person he knew that Justyce needed. He just didn't love her the way that she loved him, but he couldn't tell her this.
"You barely even smile anymore, August! Is it me? What did I do wrong? How do I fix this?" She asked with tears in her eyes.
August approached Justyce, attempting to pull her in, but even that didn't feel right. Justyce ripped his hands off of her. She could feel what was happening. August just wasn't himself anymore. Tears streamed down her eyes as she looked at August. She didn't see anything in his eyes. No sparkle, no gleam. Nothing.
"Where'd you go, August?"
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