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@marieeng
Chloe x Halle for NY Mag
she buying you the cologne that her ex used to wear and telling you āit smells good on youā.
Low-key she wants him back cus she was the one that fucked up
she turning you into him.. she told you that you should grow your hair out.. now yall got the same cut you tell your mom sheās making you better.
You call her āprincessā and ābaby girlā because she told you she liked those pet names, but thatās what he called her while they fucked, she gets butterflies at the memories
she signed you up for the gym.. you aināt even know you was that skinny.. she says youāre not skinny she just wants you āhealthierā..you thinking about it at work while you take a bite of the cantaloupe she packed your lunch with.
Ya both chilling on the couch, in the evening, watching one of her favorite films she used to watch with him, her phones vibrates, itās a text from a contact āIām sorry šš¤ā, it says āI thought of you todayā ya both see it. You noticed she smirks a little but then throws her phone on the couch like she doesnāt care. Every 10 secs she looks at her phone, she says she needs to use the bathroom. Before she leaves she grabs her phone
you donāt think nothing of it because thatās your baby.. and you trust her..you go to thanksgiving with her family this year.. her uncle keep calling you Marcus.. you try not to let it get to you so you go play with the kids..her cousins telling you that you were more fun last time⦠thatās the first time y'all ever met tho.
That lowkey gets to you, almost shed a tear so you go outside to the porch for some air. Her father is outside on the chair, you sit next to him. He starts telling you about Marcus. Says how his daughter never been happier than when she was with him, she never loved somebody so muchā¦. He points to a house in the distance, says āhe lives there, by himself, his parents died and left him the houseā the lights are on, you didnāt know he lived down the block, itās a big thanks giving party, you havenāt seen your āprincessā in 20 minutes. Itās not that big of a house
you go in to grab your jacket so you can check it out⦠her aunt comes in as you walk out and says āMarcus you donāt look so good.. you havenāt been eating?ā ya nose start running.
You donāt reply, you keep walking to the house you get close hear some whispers, the lights turn off. Then you hear the back entrance slam you see a dark figure, about as tall as your ābaby girlā run you canāt catch the personās face though, itās dark. You try to follow but canāt catch them. It was rainy that day. You go back to the house, find your girl. Sheās breathing heavy, asks you where you been. You noticed she changed her shoes. You pull her to the room, say ya need to talk. Ya sit down in the bed. You notice the shoes she was wearing in the corner, they have mud on them.
your heart beating hella fast.. just as yall sit down you hear an eruption of joy from the kids āTHE REAL MARCUS!ā you stressed..ya ligaments get weak.. you manage to walk out the room so you can see him..he look like the updated version of you..he DirecTV.. youāre basic cable.. you throw up the food her mom put on your plate.. you donāt care that much tho because she said she made it ājust like last timeā.
Her mother throws you a thin ass napkin to clean it and goes back to talking to Marcus. nobody is paying attention to you now not even your girl. the napkin is not thick enough you get your hands dirty. You go to the bathroom to clean up, itās upstairs. Your knees still feel weak you almost fall you sit down in the toilet you crying at this point your nose starts running again. You pull out a picture of her out your wallet, you try to look at it but the tears donāt let you. Your girl knocks on the door you hear some giggling. You open and itās your girl and Marcus right behind her, she looks surprised itās you. She then tells you she was just showing him the way to the bathroom. Marcus has slept over a few times, he knows exactly where the bathroom was.
you get mad now.. heās disrespecting you.. you get up and get ready to swing on him.. right before you do you smell his cologne.. tears start pouring down your face you just wanna lay down now.. you try to leave.. she grabs you like āwaitā.. he says āprincess just let him beā⦠you think to yourself. ā..princess?ā
Thatās the last straw. That was unnecessary you turn around and swings at his face but Marcus boxed for 8 years. His reflexes donāt play, he ducks, and jabs you in the stomach one time. Thatās all that was needed you drop, your princessā¦. Well, his princess by now, yells at the moment of impact. You on the floor you canāt breathe you thinking about the time spent at the gym did not help, you think of going tomorrow to cancel your membership. Everyone is upstairs by now asking what happened. Marcus just says that he should leave. Your girl tells him that sheāll walk him to the door, she walks all the way home with him. You laying down on her bed for a little bit. You fall asleep. Wake up 10 minutes later, your girl not back. Itās 11:54pm by now. Everyone almost left. You the only person that donāt belong there.
you go to the bathroom to watch yourself cry.. you talking to yourself now..āi thought i was the princeā you shake your head āim just a damn jesterā you get your things ready to go.. you got manners so you tell everyone bye⦠her uncle in a wheelchair says ācome back soon Marcusā.. you kick his wheelchair.
3 years later you got a promotion at work you making ok money now enough to move out your momās house. You go home and get on Facebook to post about your accomplishment. You still friends with her sister. She posts how her sister is getting married, you comment on her post" tell her i said congratulations" her sister replies ā?ā You embarrassed. Delete ya comment. You scoop around. Itās with Marcus. You feel ya stomach in ya throat. You pull out a box from under ya bed. Take out the cologne she gave you. You know why now. You spray it on you, sobbing. You sigh āI couldāve been your Marcusā.
you end up living a lonely life.. happiness always seems like itās around the corner.. but you can never reach it.. you get a dog.. she runs away.. you went and got a goldfish..āgoldfish canāt leave meā you think.. you came home one day and your goldfish drowned.. you didnāt even know that shit was possible.. you sad forever.. moral of the story is: donāt let women pick your cologne.
The end
Why y'all do this fictional character like that?
Nigga. I read this whole thing, first off beautifully told. Secondly, never let her pick your cologne major key. Glad pops told me that one, third of all..be wary when a woman comes at you with a lot of changes. Some women like upgrading and some like repeating ya dig?
Just remember when you think youāre free The crack inside your fucking heart is me
Marilyn MansonĀ (via littlebritelights)
Feast of Angels, 1992 ph. Nobuyoshi Araki