The Holy Trinity One Shots

Pills N Potions

Pills n potions
We're overdosin'
I'm angry but I still love you
Pills n potions
We're overdosin'
Can't stand it but I still love you
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My beautiful, Rihanna;

It's funny how I can still remember the first time I saw you. Vividly. I can remember the first thing you said to me. The first kiss we shared. The first time I snuck out to see you. The night you took my virginity. I remember every single detail on your face, your body, what you like, what you don't like...

But I can't remember the fight that caused us to break up...

I've tried racking my brain to figure out what the fuck we could've been fighting about that was so bad. What I did that upset you so bad, or what you did that upset me so bad.

Isn't that funny? I remember so many things from our relationship, but I don't remember what ultimately destroyed us. 5 years. We were together for five fucking years, and I remember almost every single fight we've had except for this one.

I remember how good I felt the day before you left me. And I remember how God awful I felt after...

The day before, you'd came to my dorm just like any other day. My roommate wasn't home, so we had the place all to ourselves.

Normally we would've already torn each other's clothes off at the door, but you had this look in your eye... it scared me. You looked so hurt, so...lost. I tried asking what was wrong, but you just easily brushed me off, saying it was nothing.

I didn't believe you. No one would've believed you. I'd known you for 15 years at that point and before you became the love of my life, you were my best friend.

Do you remember the day we met?

Even at the shy age of 7, I knew you were the most beautiful thing on this planet. Your crazy, thick curly hair was all over your perfectly shaped face, but it looked so pretty, so natural. I'd just brought my little brother to the ice cream man because he couldn't wait until he made it down the street to us. But for the first time, and probably the only time in my life, I was happy my brother was a little fat ass because I wouldn't have met you that day. I wouldn't have been the first person you met after moving here.

The second you looked up at me, your eyes were so mesmerizing and that smile? It made my tiny little heart flutter. The first thing you said was "dun get da pink one. Dey nasty."

Ohhh! You broke my heart the same day you made it flutter! I was so sad that you didn't like the only popsicle that was my favorite color!

And then you had the nerve to get the fucking snowcone! How could you?! I swear we had this debate so much when we were little. How you gonna diss the cotton candy popsicle and then choose the barely flavored ice?!

But that's just how we were. We debated about everything. You thought Barbies were dumb, and I swear I almost punched you in the throat the day you said that. I thought basketball was stupid, and I think you wanted to hit me just as bad. Lmao we argued and were total opposites, but we were stuck like glue to each other.

And even though I didn't know it yet, I had fallen in love with you at such a young age. The summer after 7th grade, we came back and had the attention of every single boy in our school. But you had my attention... always had but this time it was different. It felt different. I was crushed when you got with Chris at the end of 8th grade. We'd said no and no and no to boys, but one finally hooked themselves into you. Our sleepovers practically stopped while you were with him that summer. And even though I hated him and was jealous, I still had your back and covered for you with your parents.