The best part of Nyla Ashton's life was only in her imagination.
The only way that she could get through the day was by thinking of him.
His lips.
His eyes.
His smile.
She wanted him.
The man that she yearned for was not her boyfriend of 3 yea...
"How do people do this everyday?" Tijen bent over gasping for oxygen.
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Erica and Tijen had accompanied me for my workout this morning; the first one that I'd had in a while. Why I was feeling so pumped to be active, I had no clue. It had been a few days since I had spooked myself out with the unknown number and I wanted to forget about it and cross that bridge when whoever it was decided to call back. After Ace hopped in my car that day, we finally agreed to go over to Gina's tonight when she finished work.
"It's a lifestyle. You've got to start somewhere." Erica said.
"That's the reason I ain't ever started."
"If you stopped complaining maybe you'd feel the benefits instead of worrying about the struggle."
"Struggle?" I asked. "We've only ran like 20 metres. We've barely started."
Tijen looked back to where we began and cleared her throat.
"Oh, yeah." Erica and I shared a laugh at her dramatics and continued on the light jog down the path of the park.
"How are you finding it being back in the U.K, Tijen?" I asked. She had been back a couple of months now and in that time I felt as if I'd known her my whole life.
"It's like I never left."
"You miss New York?"
"Sometimes I think I do. Then I realise it's just an American London. It's home away from home minus the weird shit."
"Oh, there's always weird shit in London."
"There's always some kind of crime in London. It's become more dangerous than New York and that's saying a lot."
"You couldn't have come at a better time then. Throw on your cape and get to work."
"You lot aren't ready for me. I'm a professional 'Captain Save a Hoe'. I'd have too many bad bitches yearning for me." She shouted throwing her arms in the air. An elderly man passing by threw her a look of disgust. "I'll take your wife too. Coffin or not."
I gasped in shock and apologised to the man, dragging Tijen away.
Tijen was honestly the missing piece to my friendship circle. The dramatic best friend who easily voiced their opinions with absolutely no filter as if she suffered from verbal diarrhoea.
Stasi was the flirty minx who had no issue notifying anyone around her that she was sexually frustrated.
Camille, the hopeless romantic, developed some kind of 'feeling' for someone more times that she changed her underwear. I couldn't even lie and say that it was annoying because it was far from that. It was warming to see her become giddy and think about sharing her future with someone. She wasn't stupid enough to fall hard for someone every time. If she felt that there was something genuinely there she'd got for it.
