Sober (Chris Brown Story)

Epilogue

He gave me life and I couldn't trade that for the world, not even for a cold wonderful winter in Toronto. 

He leaned over with a sweet smile sprinkling a little sand on my mostly bare chest causing a smile to spread across my chocolate face. He smiled too looking down at me as he always did, I loved his smile. His smile wasn't one that told me he was content, it told me that he was happy and a world without me he would never be happy. The feeling was mutual, I never wanted to be away from him, and if I was it was never long.

Through time and care he had made me feel like it wasn't a bad thing to be comfortable in my skin. It wasn't so bad to have a few eyes on you or to get to know people. He showed me that I should never allow someone to take my joy because I earned it, I deserved it. He made me realize that I wasn't some Jezebel; I was a beautiful woman who was more than her past or even a video that portrayed me as anything. I was more than my losses, and for that who wouldn't be thankful? Chris was truly heaven sent and life couldn't be any better.

His golden complexion glowed as the sunset on us and was waking the moon from its short nap. He leaned over me blocking the sun from my brown iris as he pecked my lips, "Happy Birthday." He says lowly before leaning down again to kiss me. A smile parts my lips giving him some sort of admission into my mouth and his tongue massages mine and I suck on his. My fingers run through his short curls as I hum my appreciation into his mouth as I always do. His hand trails along my side lightly leaving goose bumps in its wake. He pulls away and smiles lazily, his eyes on me as I giggle slightly.

"Thank you Chris." My fingers delicately trace along his face happily. Chris had brought me out to Jersey to see the shore for my birthday being that I told him I had never been to the beach. I had to admit it was beautiful when the sun was setting, the sand cools down and the waves are gentle and soothing. The waves hardly touch our sand covered feet not daring to reach the beach blanket.

In the yellows, oranges, and blues in the sky I could just barely see the sun taking its last few gazes at us before retreating to the other side of the world to brighten someone else’s day. It was so calm and relaxing. This whole day had been wonderful; I was awakened to breakfast in bed along with a very nice size birthday present. Although it wasn't new and didn't cost a lot, it had character and it was mine to keep. Chris had bought me a used car and to say I wasn't ecstatic would be a downright lie.

This had been one of the best birthdays I ever had. Janelle had thrown a party for me the day before we left and even though I don't have many friends, she had invited Terrence and his girlfriend and we all had a small get together. It was nothing like my traditional birthdays where my mom and Gabe would give me wine and cake then pretend as if the day never existed. It was more of a celebratory victory this year, than another sad funeral like environment.

The sun dips behind the ocean disappear completely from view and I sigh missing it. Chris sits up, "Get in the water with me." He says looking out towards the deep blue wetness that covers most of the earth. Looking at him incredously I shake my head not really a fan of getting my hair wet.

"No, I don't want to get my hair wet." I shrug closing my eyes only catching a glimpse of his frown. Chris is quiet, not saying anything. Thinking he's gave up on the idea I settle into the comfortable beach blanket listening to the waves, that is until I feel my body being lifted from my board like position and being raised over a shoulder. Screaming wildly and opening my eyes I see Chris' legs and back as he runs towards the water.

"Chris put me down!" I scream in frustration trying to wiggle free before his feet can touch a drop of water, but I am too late. He runs straight into the water slowing down the deeper the water gets. By the time he has finished trying to fight the current we are up to his waist in water and my feet are getting wet. "Chris this isn't funny put me down!" Folding my arms I wait for him to take me back to the dry sand, but he doesn't.