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.

BORN SINNER, WAS NEVER BORN TO BE PERFECT.

•Completed with incoming edits• "Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies." - Aristotle They say everything happens for a reason, and the universe makes no mistakes. This is a different take on a black love story because we are not a monolith. Warning: This story does include mature content including adult scenes and situations. Please be advised.

"And it doesn't matter how much time passed or how much time will pass-it's him. It always has been him and it always will be him...I just don't know how to tell him," When it's more than a like, and they're more than a friend. When they know you better than you know yourself and just the thought of them is all you need to put a smile on your face-telling your best friend you're in love with them should be simple. Right?

"Your heart has no concept of time, if it wants to move on, it will. With or without you,"

𝖨𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗈 𝖨 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 - 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐞, 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧 Inspired by Mercedes: Toosii

She's fallin' in love now Losin' control now Fightin' the truth Tryin' to hide But I think it's alright

𝘐 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯, 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬