She walks in like the epitome of black girl luxury, but pain follows her. She covers it with bust-down jewelry and white roses. He's quiet, but his presence is loud in itself. Everyone knows him, but she sees right past him. She's confident, but he's more confident. She's fierce, but he makes her cower. Passionate. SADITIFIED.

Allure lightly chuckled, "Cmon Moo, you know you don't like girls like me."

A woman's journey back from the hell she has created from her Life. She needed a break. She needed time to grieve and process and heal. She struggled just to get through the day with a smile, she struggled to hide the person the really lived inside her head. No one would understand, the battles that really went on in her head at all times. Em path. A word that describes the effects of living in constant trauma. You learn to hear everything they don't say. A learned skill to read every look, every move, the ability to read emotions, faces and situations.