Talk To Me | •Slow Down Sequel•

Chapter 45- True Colors?😒

Tory

Some things, I just couldn't understand when it came to Yona.

After blowing all the candles out, I'd gone to my room to sleep for the night. Though I doubted I would be getting any rest considering, I had no idea what had gone wrong.

Shit was getting old. She'd gone up and above to try to prove to me that she was willing to change and now she was giving me the cold shoulder.

A nigga was getting frustrated and it had nothing to do with sex. She was hot one minute and cold the next, I didn't know why.

And I doubted it had anything to do with missing Tamika; I was missing her too and I wasn't close to her behavior patterns—or lack there of, anyway.

She was always trying to keep shit buried, but we were two adults capable of talking things out and she refused.

The woman needed help and I wasn't even sure if a therapist was needed to intervene or her damn best friend.

Al I knew was, until she came to me to talk or explain, I was done.

Maybe you being a lil' extreme... No, I was done always extending olive branches and shit.

Under all that gorgeousness, she had issues, bad... Granted she had other redeeming qualities, but I wasn't sure if it was a phase of if her true colors were showing.