COMPLETED. "You are so beautiful. What's your name?" She looked at her friend extremely confused then back over at me. "Me?" "Yes, you." I was making direct eye contact with her. "My name is Onika, what's yours?" Is she hard of hearing? I know she can't be that old. She laughed, "Probably way too old for you honey." To Onika, age is nothing but a number. Regardless of what Beyonce said, it didn't matter to her either.

"Fuck this shit." I kissed my teeth, growing even more impatient. I pivoted on my feet, ready to go back to my car but stopped when I heard a low voice speak. "You came?" If my hearing wasn't impeccable, I would've thought that was just the wind howling. I turned back to face the door and there stood Nicki. The first thing I noticed was how drained she looked. Her almond eyes almost unrecognisable with how puffy and red they were. Her nose looked permanently tainted pink. And she looked sickly, as if she'd vomit at any point. My brows furrowed as my eyes were trained on her every move. "I did."

Two country girls, born and raised, working the race, together as one. How many times have you let yourself get down my dear? So many roses but none to be picked without thorns. So be fond of your flaws, dear. I just hope you love yourself like that. And I really hope the best for you. You're my love, my sweetie pie, my baby. You're my heart. I hope. 🥀