“I moved to Texas,” she replied, evenly. “Wasn’t much there for me anyway.”
Heavy went quiet for a second, trying to catch up to what was happening. “Damn,” he muttered. “Okay... so I guess a nigga meant nothing to you then, huh?”
The hurt in his voice slid right through her chest, but Cyren forced herself to ignore it.
“I wouldn’t say that,” she answered, softly. “We were having a good time, right? Filling a void both of us needed to fill.”
Heavy looked away, dropping his head back between his shoulders. That sounded like some shit she’d rehearsed and couldn’t wait to say.
“You really on this?” he asked in a huff. “Is this about me going out of the country?”
“It’s not,” Cyren quickly said. “I’m just doing what’s best for me, the same way you’re doing what’s best for you. It’s only right don’t you think?”
“Cyren, be for real right now,” Heavy said, frustration in his tone. “I go out of town for a week, miss your call one time, and you pull this type of shit? Am I missing something?”
“Yeah, the point,” she replied, smoothly. “And your key. It should be sitting right there on the entryway table.”
Heavy’s eyes cut toward the table to his left. The key he willingly gave her was sitting right there. With the way he was feeling, Heavy wanted to launch that bitch into the mirror across the room. He stared at the key longer than he should have, hoping that if he looked at it hard enough, it would change its location and be back with its rightful owner. Staring didn’t help.
He exhaled loudly, dragging his hand down his face before bringing the phone back up to his ear. “So that’s it?” he asked in a low tone. “You wasn’t even gonna give me a heads-up? I fucked up that bad, you block me and just disappear?”
Cyren closed her eyes as his words landed exactly where she didn’t want them to. Right in her chest again. She sat there in silence for a beat, fighting the urge to explain herself. She wanted to. God, she did. But explaining wouldn't change anything. Their feelings got involved, hers got hurt, and now his were too.
“It’s not about you fucking up,” she finally said, her voice softer but still steady. “It’s about me not wanting to keep putting myself in situations I don’t understand.”
Heavy shook his head, pacing a few steps before stopping again. “That don’t even make sense. What don’t you understand? We were good. You were just with me. Riding my dick and telling me how you couldn’t wait for me to come home.”
“And now you’re there. I hope you had a safe flight.”
Heavy ignored her. “Cyren... you really pissing me off right now. Say what you gotta say.”
“I’ve said enough. Done enough. Talking isn’t going to change what it is.”
“You don’t know that!” he shot back.
“I do,” she said, more firmly now. “Because if it was something else, whatever we thought it was supposed to be, I wouldn’t have had to question it.”
Heavy clenched his jaw. He wanted her to come right out and say what the issue might have been, but clearly, it wasn’t that deep. Otherwise, she would have brought it up instead of skating around it. What she was pissed about didn’t compare to the fact that she just up and moved. Heavy was blindsided like a mothafucka. He glanced back at the key again, then away, as if it irritated him just sitting there.
“A’ight.” Heavy sighed. “What now? You moved, coo’. I’ma come visit you.”
Cyren actually laughed. “No, you’re not. Just let me do me, and you do you.”
“That’s what you want?”
The seriousness in his voice made her spine tingle and stomach drop.
“Huh?” Heavy pressed when she didn’t answer. “Tell me that’s what you want. Tell me to leave you the fuck alone, and you got my word, sweetheart, I won’t ever bother you again.”
Cyren cleared her throat as her chest heaved. It was what she wanted, but goodness, did he have to say it like that? Checking her feelings like she’d been doing throughout their entire phone call, she nodded more to herself since he couldn’t see her.
“Yeah. Y-You can leave me alone. It’s for the b?—”
“It’s for the best,” he mocked, cutting her off. “You ain’t gotta remind me. Have a good life.”
Heavy handed Skylar her phone back without another word and walked out, leaving whatever he felt sitting on that line with Cyren. The same woman who told him she could wake up one day and decide she needed something different had done exactly that. He hadn’t taken her seriously then. Not like this. Not like she would really get up, pack her shit, and bounce.
He should’ve known better.
