Morgan Ann Bennett never lived life for herself. She always put her older sister, Callie, first.
Loving fast and loose, Morgan always worried about her sister.
Finally, though, Callie settled down. Except months later, when she told her boyfriend o...
"Missing you is like torture, and thinking of you is bliss."
Chris Omar Vaughn
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"--And it's not like you'll never see me again." I talked on the phone as I stood on the balcony of my new apartment.
Port Ember had a lot to offer but it was an awkward transition from Penshaw, Colorado. Never thought I'd be a New Yorker but here I am, and it's home for the next three months. At least. After an introductory luncheon with the department head/senior manager, Shawn Bowie, he called Reuben up and told him he may have a full time position for me. Now I'm just an architect, or designer I, but I couldn't wait to climb the ranks and eventually become a partner or senior principal.
I signed off on some papers after the professional tech guy installed my mounted Roku tv.
"Thanks, man." I said, pushing him outside.
With the slam of the door, I let out a sigh and thought I was going to enjoy some time alone finally towards the end of a long day spent playing tourist and interior designer. I use "interior designer" loosely, too, all I did was move the couch from one side of the living room area to the other, stock up the fridge, and make my bed for now.
"Still, it's a big move." JB continued to scold me about my decision to leave him.
I rubbed my forehead, feeling a headache coming on as I saw an incoming call from my mother.
Ignored.
"I'm proud of you, though." he added.
I sat on the couch and looked around the place that was so vastly different from my industrial loft back home. Well, I guess this is home now.
I thanked my best friend and told him that he better come visit.
He said, "Fo' sho. Alright, Ima let you go."
"Tell Jasmine I said hey, I know she's listening." I chuckled, rubbing my hand down my stomach.
"I'm not talking to you." she spat in the background.
Jabari said, "She says hi."
"I heard her." I swallowed, shaking my head. Hey, I guess that's girl code, I'll respect it.
After another minute of several goodbyes just in different phrases, I finally ended the call.
I actually did miss him already, and Jas, too. We didn't see each other everyday but at least we had the option to. I don't know if I'm sad or relieved that I won't hear his loud ass asking "it's 'cause I'm black, ain't it" every two seconds.
Last night was my first night sleeping in the townhouse and I slept like a baby after being so tired so I didn't realize how lonely this five thousand square foot slab of bricks would really be. And it is fucking depressing.
