Page 80 of Still In Too Deep
“I feel okay—to finally close that chapter. I needed closure.”
“Closure, huh?” I snorkeled.
“What’s funny?”
I shrugged, keeping my gaze deadpan on the road. “I just don’t feel the same way you feel. I don’t owe her shit.”
“I didn’t say you did.”
“You don’t see shit the way I see it. That’s where we’ll always be indifferent.”
She sighed. “You feel okay about ribbing somebody of their unhappiness?”
“To get mine?” I faced her for a second, then back at the road. “Hell yeah. It’s called life. Shit ain’t meant to be fair. You can do everything right under the moon and stars and still get fucked over. I’ll confess my sins on judgment day, but until then, I tread around untouchable, because I don’t fear shit. I can deal with the cards I’m dealt and still come out on top. You should know that shit by now, Juicy.”
“I didn’t mean to make you upset.”
Pulling into the parking lot, I kept the car running after parking. “I ain’t upset, baby. But you need to stay the fuck outta feelings when it comes to shit like that—especially her. It’s cuteyou want to be the bigger person, but it ain’t gon’ change nothin’. You didn’t need closure. If it weighs heavy on yo heart, don’t surprise me with your bags packed. Let me know what’s up now. My heart can’t take that type of failure when it comes to you, and I’ll never give you the short end of the stick.”
I read her expression and pouty lips as she looked forward. Slowly, she turned to face me.
“Tell me what you choose.”
“I choose you. I choose us. I choose this,” she muttered, barely above a whisper.
Leaning over, I rested my elbow on the armrest and kissed her forehead before pulling back.
“This kiss solidifies a forever with you—an eternity with you. Don’t love me enough for the both of us, love me because you feel that shit in yo heart.”
I could’ve broke down when she began to cry, but I wiped her tears away with my thumb.
“I want this,” she sniffled. “I want you.”
I kissed her nose, then her lips, trailing my love. Short-handing this wasn’t an option. I’ve always been the type to have shit my way. A warmth spread through my chest as I envisioned our perfect future—the sunset painting a radiant backdrop to our happiness. My voice cracked, a desperate plea to keep this, even if it meant tearing down everything else. I’d rather be in deep—in too deep—where only the two of us existed and the past was unmentionable.
THIS IS THE END.
