Senses Failed

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i sat in my white robe that cascaded against the floor, putting my make up on, my eyes inspecting every small detail.

"you ain't even dressed yet" she walked into the bathroom with black jeans and a matching shirt, gucci sneakers on her feet.

eyeing her through my vanity, i bit my lip, standing up, wrapping my arms around her neck.

"it's only ten" lust filling my voice, my hands staring to undo the robe, she stopped me, smirking. "why not?"

"ya wanna get there before the sun rises, hurry up"

i glared at her, crossing my arms over my chest.

she laughed as the sound of the front door opening caught our attention. pecking my lips, she walked out the bathroom.

"it's saint" she told me before leaving.

huffing, i sat back down, fluffing up my curls for the occasion.

walking to my closet, my fingers ran over the expensive fabrics.

the drive would be long and if we were hiking up the mountains i needed comfortable shoes.

i grabbed a white sweater and black shorts and my nikes sneakers, putting them on before looking myself over in the mirror.

spraying , tiffany&co, perfume on my body. i walked into the room.

my fingers traced over the bed, that was still a mess from last night, going to her pillow inhaling the scent that has become so familiar to me, walking away from the bed, my fingers nails ,lightly, tapped the glass that opened to the balcony.

so many memories flashing through my mind.

my bags were no where in sight so bronx must have already took them, placing my gun in my shorts, i walked out the room, closing the door.

inching closer to the living room, i heard low yells and my name being brought up.

"shepherd is fuckin mental, man"

a frown creasing my face at the sound of saints voice.

"ion trust ha"

bronx stood with her arms crossed , taking in his words. "why should ya?"

"nah man" saint sucked his teeth, pacing the room. "im serious. she don't even look the same-"

"i know" she smirked, "she look better"

i shook my head, peeping over the the wall.

saint stoped, pacing looking toward the hall. quickly, i moved so he wouldn't see me, leaning in he whispered to her.

"it's her eyes man" he explained, "it's like there's someone there that's not her, someone taking over her."

a single tear escaped from my eyes from out of nowhere.

bronx stood straight, not even turning around. "i think you hurting her feelings"

both heads turned to me as the tear fell to the ground.

she stared back at him, walking out the door.

"i'll wait for you in the car" she handed the bags to simon before closing the door.

walking down the three steps to the living room, i stood a good distance away, a sly smile playing on my lips.

"was that your idea of a warning?"

taking the cigarette packet from the kitchen counter, i lit one, allowing the putrid smell to fill the room.

his eyes were light with sympathy, "just making sure my friend knows what's she's dealing with"

i laughed at the mention of the word friend, bringing the cancer stick back to my lips, "and what exactly is she dealing with?"

he shook his head in disappointment, "something no one else in the world should ever have to encounter."

i nodded, accepting his answer.

"why you just won't tell her than?"

"it's not my story to tell, shepherd." watching me as i moved from the kitchen, cigarettes in hand, "i trust you'll tell her."

stepping towards the door, i opened it, glancing back at him, eyebrow raised.

i knew he was stupid.

"don't trust anyone, saint" remembering what he'd said to me during training, "including me."

closing the door shut, i got on the elevator, simon waiting for me.

we stood in the elevator, his hand gripping something behind me, twisting around, watching him tuck my gun deeper into my shorts, pulling my sweater over it.

i looked up at him for the first time, him staring back at me, his face straight but his eyes telling it all.

lost in thought, i didn't notice the elevator opening , until he cleared his throat.

coming out of my trance, i walked off, turning to see the doors, closing on his face.

"enjoy your trip, ma'am"

the doors closed causing me to walk away. I got in the passenger side, my body leaning against the seat, the car already running.

"you ready?"

i smiled at her, confirming, "are you ready?"

she laughed, "been"

pulling out the parking garage onto the busy street her phone started to ring, she picked it up, saint name flashing across the screen.

"what" she answered.

snatching the phone i hung up, turning it off, throwing it to the backseat.

"vacation" i reminded her, "no phone, no business, no trap"

"alright", she smiled down at me, "whatever you want, ma."