No Love

Chapter 10

AUGUST'S P.O.V

(Your Name) pressed ha small hands against ma beating chest,

and pushed haself away from me.

"Please.." I breathed, reachin out ta touch ha fingas, as she stepped away from ma tremblin body. For a moment, our finga tips connected, and a little hope was left in me that she would change ha mind n turn aroun. But I knew it was ova after I heard tha soft tappin of ha heels disappear down tha hallway, the faint sound of a suitcase bein zipped, and tha gentle closin of tha front do'.

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☼ тнe neхт day. ☼

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It pained me too much ta stay in that huge ass house by maself.

Just about every corna had a pictcha of ha beautiful face, smilin' at me, or one of me n ha, kissin or huggin on one anotha.

This numbness that washed ova me must have been exactly how she felt when I was out late at night, playin' aroun' wit broads.

But ta be honest wit ya, I was more so mad at maself, fa not realizin what I had, n cherishin it. Ya really do only miss somethin when it's gone.

I rang tha doorbell ta Ariana's house, so that we could talk about ma baby that she would be havin' in a handful of months.

Instead of wrappin' ha arms around me, n castin me a smile, like she usually did, ha face was bleak, an she didn't even step outta tha front do' ta greet a nigga. "Hey, August." She murmured, as she slowly stepped behind tha do and pulled it open. "What it do do?" I asked, walkin' in ta ha house, shiverin as tha cold air hit ma skin. Tha fuck was it so cold in hea fo? She slammed tha do', causin me ta jump a lil', an shuffled ha way in front ah me. I followed ha to ha livin room. She plopped down on ha couch, turned on ha tele, and stared at me. Ha eyes were red n puffy, ha nose red, n ha skin was paler than usual. I guess she wasn't tha only one that's been cryin.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she whispered, ha voice quaverin as she covered ha mouth, and tears fell from ha gentle, honey eyes.

I opened ma mouth ta respond, but no words fell out, so I just closed ma eyes, n shook ma head.

The both of us sat in silence fa a bit, before she cleared ha throat and glanced up at me.

"I..." She trailed off, fiddlin' wit ha fingas. "I don't think it's yours."