Love can change a lot. The way you walk, talk, smile, think.
It can unfreeze a cold heart, or can it?
The fire of love can do a lot, but what can it do for two cold hearted adults out of Chicago?
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August 28th, 2019
"She in there?" I asked Bee, looking at Karin's room.
She nodded, still half-sleep on the couch. I walked into her room, seeing her already looking at me.
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She turned the other way, laying on her side. I frowned, jumping on the bed.
"Can you not?" She looked at me.
I laid beside her, trying to pull her close to me. She created space in between us, scooting away from me. I did all this shit for her yesterday and she gon act like this.
"What's good witchu? You dubbing me and shit" I asked her.
"I'm just not in the mood right now Izzy" she turned back on her side.
I frowned again, sitting up. I felt like I was getting hoed. Got her hair and nails done, paid for the day with my sisters, allat.
"Damn, I did allat shid for you yesterday" I trailed off.
She sat up, mugging me.
"You want the nails back, the hair? Shit, I'll give you the money. You act like I give ah fuck bout all this material shit. Das all Moo evah cared bout and it got him killed!" She got quiet.
I sat beside her, knowing what this was about.
"This bout Moo dying, huh?" I asked, stupidly.
I already knew it was, it was probably the anniversary. She ain't answer me, she just got up and went to the bathroom. She one of those females that don't show when they sad. All you see is the anger, I hate that she holds that shit in.
Sometimes she take it out on me, shit bout all the time. I heard the shower running, so I laid back. She been in there for some time, so I ended up checking on her.
