Giv-Varnah pov
I frowned as I looked at the mess we’ve made. I strolled around the apartment as if the mess on the floor didn’t even exist. I was lost in my memories. I brushed my fingers on the fabric of the couch reminiscing of the times we used to just sit there for hours watching cartoons. I smiled as I remembered his laughed, but that was all gone now. Broken glass littered the the plush fur rug we kept in front of the couch. The TV broken on the floor. Smashed pictures everywhere.
I continued walking to the kitchen a place where August would love to cook. I could still smell the scent of N.O food that I swear was always there. I remembered our anniversary and how he had cooked this big meal for us. I laughed just thinking about how we didn’t do much eating that night. I could still feel the cool crisp counter beneath me and August’s chiseled muscles above me. But those were just memories. Now, the kitchen was silent and dark. No laughter or good smelling food. It was just dead.
I ran my fingers along the wall in the hallway ignoring the portraits and rose petals that were all over the floor. I could still picture myself walking curiously down this same hallway moments earlier to find out where this trail ended, even though I already knew. It ended at the bedroom. I gently opened the cracked door to the bedroom and instantly it was like I was there in that awful moment all over again.
I could hear noises coming from the room. It almost sounded like moans. I slipped into our bedroom and flipped the light switch. “August what are you doing,” I asked timidly not really taking in what I was seeing. I couldn’t believe my eyes. He was laying there on top of another woman. There were clothes laying all over the floor. Candles. Rose petals.
“Baby I can explain,” he pleaded pulling up his pants, but I had already seen enough. I ran out of the room tears pouring down my face and collapsed on the couch. I wanted to be alone, but Prince had followed me.
“Babe just let me explain,” he begged trying to pull me into a hug, but I pushed him off of me.
“Explain what August,” I screamed turning away from him. “How you were fucking around with this hoe.” I was so caught up in the moment I didn’t realized I had picked up photos of us and began throwing them at him. I had knocked over the TV and there was broken glass everywhere.
He was trying to calm me down, but he only made it worse. I was just done. “August get out,” I sobbed letting my head fall to my chest.
“But,” he started but I turned away from him.
“Get out ,” I yelled. He was hesitant at first, but he grabbed his shirt and left leaving me sobbing. The last thing I remember he said on the way out was ‘I’m sorry.’
I blinked trying to stop the tears still falling down my face. I remembered the day we bought this house. How excited we were. When August showed me the house, he kept me blindfolded. He lead me to this room at the time there was only a bed in it. I smiled but that only made the tears fall harder as I remembered it. Our bed. Where we made love. I slowly walked around the room. It was all still there. The candles. The clothes. The petals. And the God awful bed.
I couldn’t look at it. I quickly shut the door, and slid onto the floor sobbing. He was my James Dean and I was his Marilyn Monroe, but now our love was just a tragedy.
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read Anddd You Know The Rest... Sorry If It Waasnt Urban / thuggish this is what came to my head first
