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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November 20th, 2019
3 days later...
"So why are y'all not talking?" I asked Typ as she vented to me.
"She's a bitch," she shrugged.
"She thinks she's better than everyone else like she ain't do some shit in her life. Fuck her" I watched her take another pull.
I frowned, taking it from her.
"Girl, what's the real reason?" I put it out, turning towards her.
She sighed, turning towards me as well.
"I always wanted her attention. I looked up to her, thinking she was a mother figure. Turns out she was just like my mama, never there." She frowned.
"It got to the point where I looked to boys for attention. That's when she started noticing. She called me all types of hoes and whores and thots, but didn't understand why I did what I did." She wiped her eyes.
"I was hurt and the pain just kept coming from all the men who looked at me like a piece of meat. I just wanted to be loved" she started crying, making me scoot over and hug her.
"I fucked Powda" she mumbled.
It wasn't clear, but it was. I wish I never heard it because when all this shit comes out, I'm gonna be right in the middle of it.
"I can't shame you baby. You did what you did and can't take that shit back" I told her straight up.
"But I keep doing it" she cried harder.
I ain't never dealt with no shit like this, but I guess it came with being with Izzy.
"Well girl when the dick is good, it's good" I chuckled, making her laugh.
She wiped her face, getting off of me.
"Now stop crying. Real niggas don't cry" I helped her dry her face.
She smiled, giving me another hug.
"What y'all down here crying about?" Izzy came down the stairs, holding Ezra.
Typ quickly got up, fixing herself. I watched as Izzy looked at her weirdly. He looked at me and raised his eyebrows.
"Grown folks business" I got up, taking Ezra from him.
I went back to Typ and hugged her, letting her leave. Ezra got off me and ran to the couch, turning on the TV. Izzy came and picked me up, carrying me into the kitchen.
I kissed his lips multiple times before he sat me down.
