𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊! | 𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝟑. 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄

—INDIGO.

Waking up to Jahseh standing behind my door with a awkward look on his face wasn't what I referred to when I said a couple days.

"I want to know where this bank is located" He hands me a credit card with a blurred out number.

"This card is blank" He stares at me before rolling his eyes. "I don't have time to be playing around".

That's when I became confused, He snatches the card from my hands before showing me clear numbers and a picture of a weird logo.

He began to dictate the logos letters, Typing it into my computer; It takes me to a blank web site.

Turning my computer to Jahseh who was on the there side of the kitchen island.

"I don't know who'd complain about free money" I joked. His eyes stare me down Turing my smile into a frown.

"You could buy a new phone, Since we'll need to be in contact" He rested his chin on his hand.

He wasn't content. "What I need is some black nail polish".

"What?" I thought his mumbling got in the way. "Black nail polish" He looked down at his growing nails.

"Alright, Well I have some spare time on my hands" He tosses his phone onto the counter before a smirk grew on his face.

He was confusing. "Is that your boyfriend?" Jahseh gestured at a picture.

"No, That's my bestfriend" I smiled to myself.
"He's ugly" My eyes shot at him.

"It's not like he's dead. I actually died here" Crossing his arms looking over at me with a mean mug.

"Do you care for some new clothes?" Every time he tilts his head like that it would send shivers my Spine.

"I guess you don't like my sense of style" I was stuck.

➥ "Do you still remember what love feels like?" I question him while he admired a pack of all black chokers.

I wondered if it was any different back then, "Yes. I remember loving three specific girls," He paused before adding to the cart.

"I remember Cinthia. She was the elephant on my neck but, It lost its meaning" I followed him as I was behind the slow cart.

"Geneva, I made the world hate her; She didn't deserve it. We were both toxic" I knew the rack of ripped expensive jeans would catch his attention.

"Then there was— I vaguely remember her" His eyes looked side to side.

"She became the meaning behind everything that no longer had a purpose" It seemed to hurt him, Not remembering one of the specific girls.

"Her name, I don't," He threw a small size of black ripped jeans into the cart without warning.

I was amazed how the looks wouldn't bother him. "I thought there'd be flying cars by now".

I chuckled at his comment which made him look at me weirdly. "Do I have something on my face?".

He nodded his head before poking at a pimple that sat right between my eyebrows. "Thanks for pointing that out".

He looked around analyzing all the colourful hoodies around him, Biting down on my lip thinking about the research I had truly came across last night.

"You sacrificed yourself" I was hoping that would catch his attention.