•𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝• 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤

𝕃𝕆ℕ𝔼𝕐 ℍ𝕆𝕌ℝ

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 : he's been gone for a while, and she's been missing him.

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(𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝟙 𝕖𝕕𝕨𝕚𝕟 )
 
    𝕋ℍ𝔼 fan blew coldly on my damp back as I sat in the middle of my bed.The steady drip rhythm of the leaky shower drain still well heard. I wonder if he thought of me ever. I probably never cross his mind, I bet he's never even brought me up in conversation. Not even to talk about our sex.

    It's all one sided, I can't stop myself from thinking about his dark eyes, how they swirled like pools of honey when the sun kissed them. The pools of honey I have too to look into everyday. I also couldn't help but remember the addictive way his lips curled to utter the words "I love you" before he'd nestle his golden face into the area where my neck meets my shoulder. I wish I could forget the way his teeth felt against-

EDWIN~ hey, where've you been. I miss you.

    My phone chimes and glows. I could feel my fingers tremble as I take it into my hands. "You miss me?" I almost stutter pulling the oversized shirt back over my legs. "Of all the lies you could have told." Pressing my thumb lightly against the button, eyeing the love child we bore laying next to me in peace. I open the text.

~I've been where you left me

"Us" is what I wanted to say, but I feel he's not ready.

two seconds pass

EDWIN~I'm sorry you feel that way. We kinda blew up over night. Was I supposed to just say STOP and pray the world will pause for me. I'm sorry things were moving too fast for us. But now I'm back. So we can be us.

   He says us like we were something, like we were together in a relationship, like he knows about the baby, our baby. He must have fell from the high step and caught amnesia because I remember sex, and bitter sweet lies, kissing other girls, and grabbing other thighs, and his lips against other necks. And his lips tasting different each time.

EDWIN ~ let me come over. Once more

~you know where I am.

    I closed my phone, tossing it to the corner of my bed. Brushing a gentle finger along the curls that clung to her caramel colored forehead. I didn't care to get up and fix my hair or do my face. My hair rests under my bonnet, my face clear of all makeup, the small blemishes on my right cheek shine proud. Half an hour passes and I could feel him around. His heavy hand falls against my apartment door. I slowly come off my bed, strolling to the door. He knocks again, "who is it?" I joke grasping the door knob, turning it to be greeted with his angelic features.

     He gives me a warm smile, I move aside granting him entrance. He's large hand brush against my thigh, sending bolts of light up my body and down to my toes. I closed the door locking it behind myself. Turning to see his dark pools staring at me, "what?"  Shrugging he leans back keeping eye contact. I find myself on the couch."what have you been up too?" Thinking about you. "Not much." He nods leaning closer, he places his rough hand on my cheek, pulling away I whisper. "So this is what you came here for?"

    His palm collides with his leg, "this is what we used to do."  I looked away, "well maybe I'm not who I used to be, but you're just timeless huh....fuckin timeless." I shook my head, know i know he's not ready for the news. I stood from my seat, "are you gonna ask me to leave?" Almost mumbling. He grudgingly arouse towering over me, his soft eyes study my features. I wonder he can see how hurt I really am. He's eyes leave mine and see the things around us. I let out a deep sigh, cats out of the bag. The bouncer, the swing, the play pen, the scribbles on the wall. "Y-you have a baby?" "A daughter yeah."  He points to himself, "yeah, she's ours." ....

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𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕆𝕂 𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤🥰 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕪 ~𝔗𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔞𝔥
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