Run

I'll go everywhere you go...

Tahari

It's been a few days since Devin's home going and August appeared to finally have peace with it, on the outside, that is but at times, I knew that he wanted to break down but he wouldn't let it happen. He haven't been trying to go out to avenge his death or anything. He kept at the same routine these past few days. He'd go to his mother's house for a peace of mind, sit around with his friends and shoot the breeze. Smoke to ease his mind and drink to numb the pain.

Of course we would converse but being that I've grown to know him inside and out, he wasn't okay. He tried to convince me otherwise but I knew better than that. He wasn't at peace, mind over matter. He was trying to convince himself that this was just a dream. Another nightmare that he was trapped inside but it wasn't, it was reality. It was nothing more than the painful reality that he was afraid to accept.

He hasn't spoke on Devin since the day of his home going and I knew not to even bring him up because I could only imagine how he was feeling. I know I lost a friend, well an enemy; different circumstances. All in all, I had to be his strength. Also, I had to be mindful.

11:35 am...

August and I woke up early, about 8:00 this morning, to shower, dress down and lay around while it would rain, off and on. I was tangled in the unkempt covers of the bed while watching American Horror Story: Murder House. August had been in the living room, writing away. I'd often hear him humming in certain harmonies, something that I've learned that he'd often do. I left him to it as I kept my attention on the television.

After a while, I couldn't help but hear August cell chime and not long after, he answered. Tuning out his conversation, I moved in a more comfortable position due to the tenderness of my breasts. Placing my attention back on the television, I fell into the show as it became more interesting as the episodes went by.

As time went on, I found myself in the same position, tuning into the eerie series. A hard knock at the front door sounded which made my heart skip a beat. Calming down, I heard August answer the door, followed by a muffled conversation.

Not too long after, I heard the front door close and with that, I heard the creaking of hardwood floors sound. Walking in, August gazed at me before the television. "Say, why you still watchin this weird shit lady?", he queried never taking his eyes of the events that were taking place on the show.

Furrowing my eyebrows, I gazed at him as he gazed at the tv screen with disgust. "It's not weird, it's good and so interesting. Like a drug. You want me to start it over so we can watch together?", I queried softly.

Gazing at me, he furrowed his eyebrows. " Naw, I'm cool on that", he said before climbing into bed, spreading my legs and laying his head on my stomach. "Watch that shit by yourself", he said nonchalantly in response.

Running my fingers through his soft curls, I spoke. "How you feeling?", I queried as I began softly playing with his ears.

Closing his eyes, he gently wrapped his arms around my body as he continued to rest his head upon my stomach. "I'm good lady", he said as I continued to play with his ears.

"I miss you", I said softly.

"What you mean, I'm right here", he said before speaking more. "I know I might seem distant even while bein under the same roof but I told you, when I was dealin with my ex, when I lost someone special to me, I needed her. I wasn't the same and that's because I was dealin with pain.", he said in an exasperated tone before continuing.