What happens when a suicidal twenty-two year old meets someone who pushes her to be more than her grief. In return she teaches him how to be patient and a better person overall. "Talk to me" "There's nothing to say, I'm fine" Zed stared at her blankly emptying out his pockets onto Kiya's dresser, removing the clip from his gun he sat it down. Stripping from his clothes he got into her bed getting a better look at the dried up tears on her face. "What the fuck are you lying for?" "mmcht bye Zed I told you about cursin at me" "Im sorry Phat, why you been crying? Most importantly why didn't you call me?" gripping her throat Zed pulled her closer until their lips were less than an inches apart. "what's going on with you, Mama?"