Amarie and Chris never spent a day apart until their love was forcefully ripped away from one another. They now live completely separate lives battling with their inner demons. They wish for the day they could be together again but they don't think...
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I couldn't understand all the smiles on everyone's faces. The laughter that filled the room had me in a daze. It was becoming way too frustrating trying to comprehend how we could all act like nothing was wrong. It baffles me how much everyone still seemed like they still enjoyed life.
It's been 821 days which is equivalent to 19,704 hours, 117 weeks or 27 months. That's how long it's been since Amarie has been gone. A little over two years but the wound still felt fresh. It felt like salt was being thrown into this deep cut I had in my heart.
Was I the only sane one? Or maybe I was insane for still dwelling on the past. I didn't know anymore; it was driving me crazy. My best friend was dead as far as we knew. That's what Dre told us anyway. How could we have let this happen? I was out of touch with myself. A piece of me was missing which always took a huge emotional toll on me.
"You alright, angel?" Momma J placed her hand on my shoulder snapping me back into reality. I hadn't realized I was playing with my food until just now. The laughter and the voices had stopped putting all the attention on me. I cleared my throat before speaking up.
"Yeah, I uh, just thinking about how MJ is going to start preschool soon." I came up with a lie as I plastered a fake smile on my face. Michael Jr. was my soon to be three year old. He was my face of reasoning. My little family kept me driving. Without them, I wouldn't be able to survive after losing Amarie. "Just a little nervous, that's all." I added. Ty grabbed my hand.
"He'll be alright, baby. Trust me." He kissed the back of my hand giving me a little reassurance that maybe things were going to be alright at the moment.
"Yeah, that little nigga gon' be just fine. Right boy?" Chris tussled MJ short curls. MJ scrunched up his lips and he tried to get out of Chris' grasp.
"Stop that, Uncle Chris!" MJ whined. Everyone started laughing and went back to the conversation that was happening previously. Chris was a great influence on MJ. They were very close and we even made Chris his godfather. He spoiled him to death and protect him with his life. I'm sure he was making up for the child he was supposed to have with Amarie. MJ looked up to Chris so much but honestly, I didn't want my son to look up to someone who treated women like they were trash. Chris was never this way when he was with Amarie but ever since she was gone he's never been the same.
