Krystal's POV
Today was the day I meet up with Devonte one on one to try and get the full story and truth from him, and also to get much needed closure for myself. I was reluctant to even get out of bed because I wasn't ready for this. I texted Vonte and told him I'd be there around 9:30, it was now 8:15 in the morning. I was sick of dealing with my natural hair, and I know how much he hates them, so I decided I was going to wear a wig today with some dramatic ass eyelashes just to piss him off. I put my blonde wig on with an overlarge orange sweatshirt with shorts. I put on my thigh high boots and walked down the stairs of my parents house. No one was home so I left without having to say anything to anyone.
When I got in my car, I immediately pulled off so I didn't have any time to think about what I was doing since I knew I'd chicken out if I sat and thought about it. I drove in silence to this little cafe I had decided on this morning when we were texting, somewhere public but still private and intimate.
When I arrived at the cafe, it was 9:50 on the dot. I was 20 minutes late, so I knew Devonte was here and has been for awhile now. I got out the car and walked into the cafe, the first place we met. This place brought back so many bittersweet memories, I didn't even want to walk in, but I knew I had to get this over with.
As I walked in, I saw Devonte sitting at our usual table on his phone. I walked over to him, and the clicking of my boots made him look up. He stood up frantically and cleared his throat, putting his phone in his pocket. He had on jeans and a long sleeve Morehouse shirt.
"Thank you for meeting me. You look beautiful as always." He complimented.
I nodded my head and sat across from him, looking around the cafe. An awkward silence fell among us, and I wasn't even in the mood for coffee. Devonte grabbed my hand from across the table which caused me to look at him. I felt my eyes swell up with tears. That little gesture brought back so many memories, so many memories we could've kept writing, but life just doesn't work that way.
"Krystal, I never in my life meant to hurt you, ever. You know that was never my intention. I know I wasn't the most supportive, and I know I said shit that was way out of character, and I know that I could've been better, but I would never do anything to hurt you. That night, I don't remember any of it, but I do remember seeing someone you and I both know. You're not gonna believe me, and that's okay because I was on some other shit that night, but I could've sworn I saw your sister, Krystal." He rushed out.
"You, you think you saw my sister?" I questioned, scoffing at him when he nodded his head.
"I know you're not going to believe me, but Emily was talking to me and-"
"Emily huh? So that's a thing now?" I asked him, crossing my arms.
"That is the mother of my child, Krystal. I'm going to fully be there for my child, but that doesn't mean I don't love you any less. I feel like I love you more." He admitted, staring me in my eyes.
"I never stopped loving you, but you hurt me. You have a baby on the way. When I got that message on my phone, I drunk the pain away and did something I probably shouldn't have, but you never once left my mind, D." I whispered, inhaling to stop myself from crying.
"Do you love me now?" He asked me, sitting up in his seat. We were still keeping our eye contact.
I didn't answer him with words because I couldn't process them, so I just nodded my head. I saw a smile creep on his face, and his entire demeanor went from sad to relieved.
"Give us another chance, slowly, I won't push you to do anything you're not comfortable with. Don't let me having a child stop you from loving me, Krystal." He pleaded.
I thought about what he said, and in a way I see his point of view. That night was unintentional, and a baby was the result from it, and the fact he was stepping up anyways to be in its life is admirable to me. It shows the Devonte I fell in love with. When I looked up at him, I couldn't help but notice the man behind him, walking up to us. My eyes got so wide they could've popped out, and I had every plan on running out of this cafe right now.
"Excuse me." Was all I could manage as I ran to the back to the bathroom, but I didn't run fast enough.
"So you ditch me in Savanna, ignore my fucking calls and messages, just to get back with your ex?!" Jonathan screamed at me. I'm sure the entire cafe was silent now, despite the soft jazz music that's always on.
"Jonathan, no it's not like that. I just-"
"You just fucking what?! I should've known you'd pull some shit like this, look at how I met you." He chuckled.
My heart fell into my stomach at the last part of his sentence. My eyes became watery no matter how hard I tried to blink the tears away. I never meant to hurt Jonathan, and I wanted to explain what the fuck I felt like, but I couldn't get the words out because everything was going so fast. I felt the warm tears slide down my face as I looked up at Jonathan and how pissed off he was. And somehow, beyond that pissed demeanor, I could see the hurt in his eyes. I guess I deserved this.
"Jonathan, I didn't leave you there for a person, and if it was for a person, it was for myself. You let your friends talk bad to me and you did nothing but laugh." I sighed.
"Nah, fuck allat. You can't be trusted. I saw you holding that fuck ass nigga hand. I might've hurt you a little but at least I ain't have a baby on yo bitch ass." Jonathan yelled, getting closer to me.
"Jonathan, please listen." I tried pleading, placing my hand on his chest.
"You could've did whatever you wanted, but you ain't have to string me on in the process," He calmly stated, taking my hand and snatching it off of him, gently pushing me back, "Go get your heart broken again, mamas."
And with that, Jonathan walked out the cafe. I wiped the tears from my face and turned around, just to find Devonte standing there staring at me. It felt like the world was closing in on me and everyone was against me. Devonte looked at me, shook his head, and walked out the door as well.
I guess I deserved that one, too.
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this was a short little filler for the big chapter that comes next. chapter ten will be one of the most eventful ones thus far and i'm reallyyyyy excited to start on it. it should be up by friday as well.
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