𝐎.𝐋.𝐒

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚, 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡, 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞. 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧-𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

"No. Ian leavin'. When I did it, it was a problem. But when he did it, it was ok? Fuck, Yani. Yu throwin' me."

He followed after her, slamming the door open. She ignored him, turning on her shower.

He's right. But she wasn't going to admit it.

★

"Why do you care so much!?[..] watching my every move, trying to save me?

[..]Damn, every time you come around me, you judge me or call me out. It's draining. And you wonder why I don't 'fuck with you how I fuck with him.'" She shot back at him.

★

"Who the fuck else gon do it?" He tugged his swimming trunks up, walking up on her. "Huh?!"

Yani's breathing was getting heavy, only because he was getting her upset. She held a hard stare at him.

"When yu gon be real wid yoself and realize nobody give a fuck about yu the way I do?

★

"[..]but when yu really love somebody, Yani..."

He trailed back.

"Yu call them out when they wrong! It's the only way they will better themselves. When they in a hole, yu go fuckin' save them-[..]"

★

The fire in Samir's voice was rough and unsteady, his fists trembling while his eyes glossed a bit.

"But yu kno what, Yani? Fuck it. Yu wan' chase after my brother, go ahead.[..]

I'm done wid yu and this dumb ass shit, I swea cuhh." He-