A unhinged love story told in a therapy session.

"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞..." Trinity knew that love wasn't easy. She had witnessed it before. She saw the ache it brought, the consideration it needed and she knew the toll it took on a person mentally. The girl had vowed herself that she would never fall in love. She didn't need a reason to grow resentment. But sometimes, when done right, love didn't look like its expectations. Sometimes, it came slowly and forcefully in a way that you just can't stop. Her grandmother had always told her that one day she would meet someone who would sweep her off her feet. Trinity laughed. Told her that would never happen as long as men kept giving her reasons to think the opposite. But when the right person comes, they will give you a thousand reasons to love them even when you try not to. 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟐 𝐎𝐅 '𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄' 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

"𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥..." Poet was used to being the second choice. Actually, she was used to not being chosen at all. The girl blended into the background easily, it had always been that way. Sometimes, passion wasn't enough to put you in the spotlight and she was okay with that. Riot had always carried the weight of his mother's ways on his shoulders. He was the oldest son. The protector. The rock. He never would have thought these things to push him closer than ever to his soulmate. Not when he wasn't even sure what he wanted his own love story to look like. Their love was never expected to be but maybe it was supposed to happen that way. 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 𝐎𝐅 '𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄' 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘢'𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 ? 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏

all those times you weren't chosen, i'll make it up to you show my love for you.

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺 "𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯"

Emoni Brown. - My girl's like candy, a candy treat She knocks me high up off my feet Ongoing

He's a self-made producer, and she's a rising musician. Maybe she should've listened when they told her to never mix work with pleasure? Started: 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 Completed:

When it's smoke, we get to spinnin' while the sun out I ain't never lackin', I pump gas with my gun out

Mr. Pooh, that sticky dude, bitch I got juice in the drough