DIFFERENT WORLDS

Chapter 90

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🔶🔸Zambia's POV🔸🔶
Saturday, July 15
9:40 am

"Yuh sure yuh waah do this, cause if yuh nuh waah we can always find another way?" Klaus asks and I nod my head again for the fourth time since this morning.

I run my palms over the soft cloth of the dress trying to ease the bundle of nervousness coursing through my veins as he leaves the room.

My hands slightly shake at my sides and I grip my bottom lip in between my teeth to try and distract myself.

I place a smile on my dull face and step in front of the mirror. The dark circles and snuck look that my eyes held are covered up beautifully by the flawless makeup Tish did for me earlier this morning.

The longer I look at myself in the mirror the more I feel lost and confused.

I don't even recognize the person stirring back at me. I haven't felt this helpless or depressed in a long time.

I look away the minute I feel wetness pooling in my eyes. I have been crying non-stop for days and I don't want to ruin the makeup Tish worked hours on today.

It's weird having her around me every day after not seeing her for a month and some time.

Our relationship dynamic has been way different from before. We hardly speak tho we are around each other majority of the time.

She keeps to herself and I do the same not having the time or the energy to fix what might be broken between us.

So in essence we have just been sort of comfort for each but a silent one at that.

She and Jaheem mainly Jaheem keeps me on my toes most times and helps with motivation to get out of bed.

Life has been so much and all I really want now is peace.

I brush my hand against my lower arm and hiss. I quickly search for my foundation my hands shaking violently as I anxiously search for it.

Using one of my makeup sponges I apply some foundation on it and dap it on my skin. Trying to cover it up as best as possible.

The room door opens and I place the sponge back on my vanity. Klaus comes into view and I rub my lower arm blending in the foundation to achieve a natural look.

I stop rubbing at my arm when his eyes meet mine. With knitted brows and his stare intense, he walks over to the vanity his eyes never breaking contact through the mirror.

He takes my hand into his and I turn my face away not wanting to see the disappointment that's about to mask his face.

He leans past me and the sound of plastic rustling causes me to open my eyes.

I try to pull my hands away and he holds them tighter. The dam bursts and tears stream down my face.
Using the cold wet wipes he softly rubs away the foundation. A heavy sigh leaves his mouth at the sight of my arms.

I shut my eyes and hold them tightly creating creases at the side of my face. I cover my mouth to soften my sobs. I feel him lift me and place me in his lap engulfing me in comfort.