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༒I watched Manny pack his clothes roughly into his bag not even bothering to look at me or even speak.
I couldn't blame him, I would act the same exact way.
"Manny please, don't leave." I said grabbing the clothes he had clutched in his hands and putting them down.
He said nothing, pushing my arm away, but it didn't help my other hand still held his free wrist.
"Let me go."
I didn't, I couldn't let him leave before I actually got to explaining myself.
"Please ba- Manny let me explain." I begged looking him dead in the eyes, he nodded me and I then let go of his wrist.
"You got a fuckin' minute bro." He said, my neck almost bucked back because why did he sound like me.
I got to explaining as fast as I could. "I fucked wit Dion a while ago, he ain' even tell me his name till 3 days after allat happened." I said, watching his expressions soften.
I didn't want him to forgive me too fast even I knew how wrong I was.
"After, I did find out his name I messed wit em' a luh while ago, cause Ian wanna risk me n' you gettin' close." I explained.
His eyebrows furrowed and I looked down at my hands. "You sound stupid, you're talking as if your some type of psychopath."
You'd be surprised.
I sighed, running my hand down my face.
"Manny, I jus felt like somebody else would be betta fa you." That wasn't the full truth.
He would run right out the damn door if I actually told him everything right now while he's barley wanting to speak to me.
Rolling his eyes, he gave me a small peck on my forehead.
