𝟓𝐀𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐊 | discontinued

1; Me and Your Mama

The two lounged in the comfort of their brownstone, coated with the aura of strong emotions.

So young– so in love. It felt like they lived in an everlasting euphoria, but that was nothing less of a tale.

On Tuesday, it felt like the wind softly traveled down Whitney's spine, easing her mind whilst the serenity settled in her bones.

On Thursday, it felt like fire evaded Robyn's esophagus– and no matter how hard she tried to breathe, she felt nothing less of a fire breathing dragon.

It was on Sunday, though, when the nonchalant beauty and the passionate dame crossed paths like a glacial blaze in the heart of the supernova. It was dangerous, sure, but it felt so damn good– and who in their entire mind would give that up?

— ¢ —

"Look at me," Robyn, softly said, holding the younger woman's chin up.

"Can you be honest with me?" Whitney asked, grabbing the woman's hand, attaining her undivided attention.

"Aren't I always?" Robyn replied with that infamous smile, although her puffy eyes and cracked voice opposed anything to smile about.

"I need to hear you promise that no matter what, we will always work it out. I need assurance that this isn't the single most riskiest decision of my life because Robyn, to be quite honest, I can't live without you in my life. I can't imagine walking those red carpets, getting those awards, touring the world– I won't function if you aren't right here by my side. So please, promise me that this is the final destination. Promise me that the road ends here before we jump off that cliff together. Promise me that you won't leave me..."

As if the emotions in the air weren't already heavy, the abundance of tears returned– enough to make concrete shatter.

"Whitney– I am 29. I have been by your side since I was 19 years old, scared of the world. Even when you broke my heart, I couldn't leave. I tried. I don't know much about spirituality but I have every reason to believe that you're my soulmate for eternity. I can't fathom the idea of living a life without you in it. You're my best friend before anything and I will take six shots to my chest before I leave you. You want to hear it? Well listen up. Whitney Elizabeth Houston, I promise that we will always work it out. If not for the sake of our relationship then at least for the sake of our friendship. I promise that this is the final destination. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. I promise that the road ends here before we do some stupid ass shit and jump off that cliff because at the end of the day, dying with you is so much better than dying all alone. I promise that I won't leave you."

Her promise was sealed with a delicate kiss to the forehead, her nose, and finally, the younger woman's lips.

Their lips danced to the rhythms of Wishing on a Star by Rose Royce.

And like that– the thick aura of emotions thinned into a soft existence of pure love and hope, clouded around the two as they made love.

Nothing else mattered. Nothing ever mattered.

— § —

"Whitney! Come in here! We have guests!" Whitney's mother, Cissy, yelled from the living room. Her brothers were out with their friends for the majority of the day, leaving Whitney with time to herself before she'd be back on the road with Chaka Khan.