Sorry Not Sorry

Small World

       Azélia stormed into the dark living room with dried up tears drowning her sadden face. Her flawless eyeliner was now streaming down her skin like running faucet water. Her tiny foot knocked into something hard and rocky in the middle of the cold floor causing her to stumble roughly on to the long couch.

    "Ouch" Romeo growled angrily moving around on the edge of the sofa, his big hands reached over swiftly and clicked the switch that turned on the nightstand lamp.

Azélia looked directly at the red single suitcase he had and a few big black garbage bags that sat by the edge of the couch. Her puffy eyes soon landed on Romeo who was raising up  with a blank expression on his face.

      "What's going on?" She dropped her bag and keys down, she couldn't figure out why he was leaving. She did exactly what he wanted. "I'm leaving g' you ain' the same girl..." He slowly looked up at Azélia with a sour look drawn on his face then just laughed to himself.

      People change but it was clear she didn't know what she wanted. She was still finding herself, but he felt as if she should've made that clear with him.

     "What do you mean? I'm here for you like I've always been! You said you can get over the things that happened." Her tiny foot steps clapped against the floor as she followed behind him like a lost puppy towards the front door.

    "You expect me to shake that shit? Shorty' fa real? I walk in on you and the nigga b' you dead in the middle of this nigga legs! Expecting me to be cool?" The more Romeo thought about it, the more infuriated he became. It was nearly the fact that he caught her but it was the fact that he was the reason she wasn't giving her husband attention. Same nigga that set me up b' he thought throwing the garbage bags over his shoulder.

       "I understand that! You think I'm not regretting it Romeo! I really didn't mean for anything to get that far, that's why I cut all ties with him today." She admitted roughly grabbing on the sleeve of his Bape sweater. Her small hands held on to him as he pulled away, she looked up at him with the same eyes he fell in love with; hoping things would change.

"It don't matter if you killed that nigga b' you was my dime in the middle of my enemies legs! I can't erase that shit at all." It played vigorously in his head repeatedly like an endless loop, at first he believed that he could cope with it because he knew it was his actions that got him roped in the first place but he sat and thought about it. I really love this girl, I can't go out like a sucka.

    He decided to leave before he ended up doing things he regretted. "You enemies with Amiré ? Yet, your brother cool with the same dude! So don't run none of that by me Romeo! I didn't know anything about y'all situation."

     "Girl what? You didn't know?" Romeo dropped the heavy bag in the middle of the floor. At this point his anger was boiling over rapidly , she was lien in his face when the truth had already been let out. "My brother sat there and told me he heard y'all talking about it! Man don't sit here and lie on my brother name, I believed you with the hitting on you shit but come on nie' "

    "That boy don't want to see you be happy! You're so blind man." She stopped to laugh wickedly, it was unbelievable! Romeo was being so gullible. "You think he won't lie to you? He sat there in your face Romeo! Knowing what he did..."

    "Let me think you lien' I called him up today and to be honest he made a lot of sense." He kicked his navy blue timberland boots on the wall near the door and licked his plump pink lips. "If he did allat' why you still let him round you' why you still being all friendly in his face! You hoes think y'all so slick!"