Not surface-level shit either.
Real conversations.
Childhood stories. Family. Regrets. Fear. Life.
I found out Sade hated thunderstorms when she was younger because they reminded her of the night her mother died.
She found out I started smoking heavy and using drugs after college when the pressure got too hard.
We ate together. Slept together. Kissed whenever we felt like it.
No sex again.
Just us.
By the third morning, I finally felt strong enough to stand in front of the mirror and recognize myself again.
I looked over at Sade sitting on the couch, eating fruit out of the bowl she ordered, and sighed.
“I need you back on the site.”
She looked up at me. “You sure?”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “I’m coming back too. Give me less than two weeks.”
“That’s still a long time.”
“I know.”
She stood up and walked over to me. “You promise?”
“I promise.”
She hugged me around my waist and rested her face against me.
Damn, leaving somebody felt harder than being alone.
When she finally walked toward the door with her bag, I stayed standing there watching her.
She looked back at me right before leaving.
“Don’t disappear again.”
“I won’t.”
“Don’t smoke either.”
“I’m not.”
And for once…
I meant it.
Alana
“The worst part wasn’t Vaughn cutting us off… it was realizing another woman had his mind the whole time.”
Nia had been getting on my damn nerves for days.
