Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.

December 25, 1996

~Taimak's P.O.V~

I turned around to the wall and shook my head. I leaned on the wall with my right hand. "You're right, I just don't trust you anymore. What do you mean? I have every right to not trust you after this."

"Then why are we still doing this?" Tia's tone saddened. "Trust is a very important part of a relationship and especially a MARRIAGE."

I turned back around to look her in the eyes. "You're right. Why ARE we still doing this Tia? Why? It's obvious that things turned from sugar to shit." I turned back to face the wall and leaned on it with my right hand again. "I love you, I really do. I'm IN LOVE with you, but after me continuously asking the same question and you lying, I just can't trust you. Yes, it's a very important part of a relationship, so why don't we just end it?" I asked her and looked down. She stayed silent. "I'm done. I love you but I'm letting go because this just isn't going to work out. I can't deal with someone lying to me. I just can't do it. You said it yourself, you hate liars, yet here you were all along..."

"Okay..." She said with a cracked voice.

That's all I needed to hear before I started to cry silently. Damn... Is this situation really worth us breaking up? I swiped my hand across my face to wipe the tears that fell down my face and onto the floor. Damn, my heart is broken. It's this really worth breaking up? Is this situation bigger than us?

"If that's what you want then that's fine." She told me.

"Fuck..." I mumbled to myself.

I'm conflicted. Maybe I'm taking this out of context and a little too far. Maybe I have every right to do so. This is confusing and this hurts. Maybe we're just angry and saying things. I wiped my face with my shirt, lifted up my head, took a deep breath, then faced her. I took another deep breath as I looked her in the eyes. I slid down the wall and sat with my feet flat and my knees pointed to the ceiling. I moved my legs side to side.

"Are we just angry or is this what we truly want?" Tia asked me.

"I love you but I don't trust you as I used to," I told her with a glance.

She sniffled. "Then it's settled."

"It's settled," I told her then looked at the floor. "But we won't tell them until it's almost time for everyone to leave." I looked back up. I can't fucking look at her face without getting even more emotional than I already am. "You worked hard to make this perfect and I don't want us to ruin Christmas by announcing this so early on in the day."

"Then that's what we'll do," Tia told me and I saw her nod through my peripheral.

She got up and went into the bathroom and closed the door. I sat on the floor for a while then decided to go to the other bathroom upstairs in her personal office. She has an upstairs in her room with a smaller room connected. It's used as a more personal one where she does more things. Before going into the bathroom, I took a look around the smaller room and saw some of our pictures lying around.

Is this what I really want? That's the question that just keeps running through my brain. I shook my head at the thought, then went into the bathroom. This was supposed to be ours and it was supposed to be a nice day. Everything is in shits at this point. This day can't get any worse and nobody can tell me otherwise.

I closed the door and looked at myself once again except this time I'm feeling down and not pure anger. I got this... I got this! I just need to get myself together. I cleaned my face up. Right now I'm holding myself together but later on, is when it'll all set in. I know my eyes will be pouring! I just KNOW it.

"Fuck!" I yelled to myself. "What the hell am I doing!?"

I shook my head then left the room. I went straight downstairs and into the back room with everyone else. Tia wasn't in here so I'm assuming that she's still in the bathroom right now. I miss her already. Some may say that I'm corny but I am. That's just me. When you're DEEPLY in love with someone that's just an automatic thing. You can't really help it.

"Where's Tia? Where my girl?" Elijah asked me. He stayed here and his father came down here instead of this Christmas.

"Upstairs," I told him.

"I wanna see her, so go and get her!" Tai'Eisha told me.

"She'll be down here when she's ready," I responded.

"What's wrong with you?" Tai'Eisha asked me. Tai'Lesha is here as well with my brother. Now, I feel bad for inviting everyone.

"Nothing. Can the fellas help me with the gifts I left in my car?" I asked them. "I have a bunch of bags filled with presents," I said and got up.

"Yeah, we'll help you." Daryl got up right along with the rest of the men.

We put on our shoes and went outside. Atlanta is that cold this time around, nor does it have much snow. There's literally a thin sheet of snow and that's surprising.

"Want me to take her your suitcase?" Authur asked me.

"Nahh," I shook my head at him.\

"Is everything alright?" Yasir asked me.

"The real question is- IS everything alright with you and my daughter?" Daryl asked me.

"I'll just get them later," I told him referring to my suitcases.

The thing is, I won't be staying here. I CAN'T stay here. I still think I want to move to Atlanta, then again, I may just go to California. I don't want to run into her then get into my own head again. I made my decision- WE made our decision and I'm going to stick with it. I want to backtrack and try to fix this but in reality, trust is something hard to gain back. Sometimes when it's gone, everything else doesn't matter. I stayed true to her and I expect that in return from people.

Is that my problem? I expect too much from people. But she was my fiance! I should expect that from her more than anyone! Tia has a strong grip on my heart and I try to cut those strings and reattach myself to them. My heart is mines and to have someone with that right of a grip attached to it is crazy. I just don't know! I feel like going to the highest mountain and yelling out to the sky.

I ignored his question and walked into the house with bags in each hand. I kicked my shoes off and went straight to the back and sat the presents down near the tree. I'm just not into this Christmas. After doing that, I went back into the kitchen and took the ham out of the oven, and sat the pot in its holder. I shut the oven off then went back into the back room and took a seat on the couch.

I just sat there in deep thought and feeling hurt while everybody conversed. Tia walked into the room and I can tell she had been crying by the look on her face and the red eyes. No doubt that she will make an excuse if anyone asks. She would've even if this situation that we're in didn't happen. That's just who she is. SECRETIVE which got her here in the first place.

"Hello." Tia greeted my family as well as Elijah's dad. Hugs were exchanged and a forehead kiss from my mother to her.

"How you doing, baby?" My mother asked Tia.

You know that feeling when you're doing horrible and people ask you how you've been? That just makes things worse. I saw the look on her face shift when she was asked that question. Then she gave off a smile that didn't reach her eyes at all.

"I woke up this morning so I'm blessed." Tia nodded. Typical answer when you don't want to go into detail.

"That's good." My mother responded as I tuned everyone out again and in my head, I was once again.

I glanced at my ex- FIANCÉ to see that she was glancing at me. Tia quickly looked away then put her sweater over her nose and right beneath her eyes. We played family games but one of us quit in every game. The games I played, she didn't and vice versa. I just can't sit there across or next to her and pretend like I'm okay because I'm not. I guess that's the reason she did it too, she feels the same as I do. After a while, it was time to eat, so we fixed four plates then gathered around the nicely decorated table and said grace.

When everyone finished eating, we all started to exchange gifts and the children were happy while the adults were grateful. I gave Tia her gift and she did the same with me. One of the gifts she opened was a massager. You can sit it just anywhere except water of course. You lean on it and it massages you. She has back problems due to her breast size and I wanted her to get some type of relief if I weren't around but it looks like my being away is now permanent.

"Thanks." She smiles again, a sad one. We both had a bunch of gifts for each other but it's a shame that we won't be enjoying it together.

"You- you're welcome." I smiled.

"Y'all are acting weird," Yasir told us both. Tia shrugged at her brother then wiped her watering eyes with her sweater that she still had under her eyes.

I opened my gift and got what I've been wanting for a while now and she apparently paid attention to it. I never bought one because that's just not something I'd buy. Not that I don't have the money because I do. It was an engraved Rolex watch. It had my name, birthdate, birthplace, today's date engraved, and a small message engraved in it. I grabbed another gift.

"Thank you. I like it." I nodded at her then she covered her eyes with her sweater again. She brought it down her face with had a wet stain on it.

"Do- don't open that one." Tia shook her head and tried to grab it from me.

I quickly moved it and gave her a look that said I don't care and I'm going to open it regardless. She sat back down across from me with her knees to her chest. I opened it and there are hand-drawn portraits with her name signed on it. One was of us together. Another was me alone, a close-up. The last one was of me in the distance alone.

"You drew this?" I asked her and she nodded again. "You definitely improved in drawing people. This looks good!" I complimented.\

"Thank you." Her face scrunched up then she burst out crying. I guess she couldn't hold it in anymore. She brought her sweater back to her face again.

"That's dope," DeVanté added his two cents. "But why you cryin'?" He asked her. This guy definitely has a punchable face!

"Right! Is everything good? Y'all have been acting weird all day and I never saw y'all act this awkward." Elijah added.

Everyone's attention was on her. "Donald, I have a gift for you as well." Tia wiped her face then brought her sweater down to where it should lie. She got him a gift? "I got it last minute because I didn't know you'd be here spending it with us so I hope you like it. This is actually from Elijah and me both. I didn't want you to be the only one without anything or feeling left out."

"I would've been good either way. You allowed me to be here and eat that good food that was delicious by the way. Thank you Tia and E." DeVanté grabbed the gift and handed her something as well. He ripped his present open. It was a 3D hoodie with his face all over it. It read, 'DeVanté Swing by his damn self!' "This looks nice but I never took any pictures like this so how'd you get this?" I would've liked one of those with my face all over it.

"I drew it out, shaded it, all the others stuff and Elijah put it on the hoodie." She told him.

"That looks nice. Why you ain't get me one of them?" LaZardia asked Tia.

"Because you don't wear hoodies or anything ma. You wear the same kind of clothes but different colors." That's true!

"I know, and I'm happy with what you got me." LaZardia laughed. "I was just joking, baby. What's wrong?" She asked her looking at her face.

"I'm good, mama." Tia shook her head at her.

I opened my last gift and it was a 3D hoodie with me all over it. "Thanks, babe," I told her on accident and I saw her face scrunch up. I'm so used to calling her that. "I'm sorry." I apologized.

"Sorry for what?" Daryl asked me.

"We- we have something to tell you guys. Most of you may be angry while others glad-" I looked at DeVanté on that last part. "but this needs to be said before anyone leaves today." I said standing up. Tia stood up beside me.

"Don't tell me you got my daughter pregnant?" Daryl asked us both which caused laughs to circulate around the room.

"No," She shook her head and I could hear her voice getting shaky again.

"We're no longer engaged," I told everyone as the room fell dead silent.

DeVanté was the first to speak. "What?" He looked at me confused.

"We're no longer together nor are we engaged," Tia added.

"Yeah, we both decided to call it quits. It was a mutual agreement." I added on to what Tia said.

"I'm confused! Wasn't y'all just hugged up? Is this shit a joke?" Daryl asked us.

"Unfortunately... No, this is serious. We're done and this the last we'll see of each other."

"But you just called her babe and everything. Y'all were just all hugged up and kissing in the kitchen. What happened between then and now?" DeVanté asked us.

"Look, things aren't working out. We made this decision together and it is what it is." I told them then sat down. Tia shook her head then sat down in her seat.

"What the hell Taimak?" My father said to me. "What happened? You were just talking about how you couldn't wait to see her when I spoke to you earlier! You get a girl that we all like and this happens."

"What's going on? What happened?" My mother asked me softly from beside me.

"You all keep asking when I said what I said already. You like her and I do too- I love her but it was a mutual agreement." I told them respectfully.

"If you love her son, then why let her go?" My father asked.

"Sometimes it's best to let go of what you love," I told him and this is the exact way he explained it to me as a child.

"That doesn't make ANY sense." My mother told me. "When you love someone, you hold onto them, Tai."

"I don't know what to tell you guys other than what I explained." I shook my head then looked at Tia. How come I'm the only one being questioned?

"You love my son, right?" My mother asked Tia.

"I do but love isn't the only important part of a relationship. There are many things that should be included to make things work. This just isn't... I guess..." Tia responded with a shrug.

"You guess?" My mother frowned.

"What the hell? You both don't even seem so sure of this yourselves. Is this what you really want?" Daryl frowned.

"I was about to say the exact same thing." My father added.

"Y'all got us confused. You invited us over to tell us that y'all are over?" Taimel asked us. That's my brother by the way. One of them!

"Y'all need to think about this before making a big decision like this. I knew something was off when she came downstairs." DeVanté told us.

"As if you care!" I told him.

"Well, damn..." Daryl trailed off.

Everyone discussed us and after a while got ready to leave. It was a lot to handle. After my family left, I helped clean up because it's the right thing to do. When it was my time to go, I got all of my gifts and put them in my truck.

DeVanté came up to me. "You say I don't care but I do. Not about you but about her. That girl really cares about you and you do this shit! I know that girl like the back of my hand. She's my friend and you and I BOTH know that she doesn't want to do this.

You don't even wanna do this! All those times I was fucking with you. I don't like you and that's a mutual agreement but that bullshit y'all said back there ain't no damn mutual agreement. I wanna beat yo ass again. I knew there was a reason for me not liking you." He pushed my shoulder.

I looked at him and just shrugged it off because I'm not even in a fighting mood. "You got what you wanted. If you feel that way, you be with her. You want her anyways so just do that."

"You pussy! You ain't gon' even try to fix things with your girl! Fuck outta here man, and don't bring your ass back here! You can't even stick to your own words. Talking about a real man fights for his girl! You ain't no man nigga, you a lil boy. Fuck outta here!" He said walking into the house.

I went back in for last the last of my things. I saw Tia just standing there. "I'll get the rest of my things tomorrow or the next day. I need to get myself more suitcases. Or I'll send a family member over." I told her about to walk out the door.

She grabbed my shoulder and turned me around. Tia gave me a hug. "I'm sorry." She cried and I hugged her back with teary eyes. "Your stuff will be waiting at the gate for whoever decides to pick up your things." She said pulling away.

"I love you," I told her.

"Don't do that..."

"Do what?"

"Tell me you love me when you're about to leave for good. Don't do that. I'm a woman and that gives me lost hope."

"But it's the truth. If you love me then tell me that." I told her.

"I love you." She looked me in the eyes. "Here's your ring." She took it off her finger and held it up between our bodies.

"You keep it." I pushed her hand back slowly.

She wiped her eyes. "Goodbye." She walked away from me.

"Goodbye," I whispered then went to my car.

I drove down the driveway and out of the gates. I drove for a good two minutes before I had to pull over because it got too much for me. Tears ran down my face to where I couldn't even see the road clearly. The hell am I doing!? Did I just make the worst mistake of my life?

January 7, 1997

~DeVanté's P.O.V~

I drove through Tia's gates. I haven't seen her since Christmas. You know me, always having a lot of shit to do. That's the life of a writer/producer. I finally worked things out with my Pops as well as Dalvin. We have a clear understanding that what Dalvin did wasn't my fault. Dalvin took responsibility and my dad apologized. I apologized for being disrespectful to my pops too because no child should disrespect their parents who were there for them. So yeah, I spent New Years with them and we actually had a fun and peaceful day.

One thing I do take part responsibility for is Tia's breakup. If I wouldn't have been the way I was towards that nigga it probably wouldn't have happened like this. If they ended things, it would've been because of something they did. I can't stand that nigga though, especially after he swung on my ass. Yeah, that's a big nigga and I could've beat his ass but I was caught completely off guard. I was in a relaxed state. I took an L and so does he for dropping Tia. I understand what she told him was a lie but that's not that serious. I feel bad.

Yes, Tia told me about everything. She vented to me after he left on Christmas day. What she doesn't really know is that I'm part of the reason for this. That's something you can fix. I think he been not trusting her but Tia says that his distrust for her literally just popped up that day. She's torn from the whole situation. I mean, that was her fiance. I was a little bitter in the beginning and I'll admit that.

Why? Because I was around all that time for YEARS and he wasn't around that long yet they ended up getting engaged. I did learn to accept it for what it is- WAS now. Seeing her like that wasn't something I wanted to see. It reminded me of that one time, years ago when she cried her eyes out to me. It was a different situation but she still wasn't in her usual happy mood.

I walked up to the house and Elijah was the one to let me in. "Is she good now?" I asked him.

"No, I don't think so. The last time I saw her was yesterday and she hasn't come out of her room since. Before then she never left her room. So she isn't doing good. I give her another two days and that'll be a full two weeks, then she's got to get her sad ass up and stop moping." Elijah told me.

"Hi, DeVanté." Courtney greeted me. There are some other people here as well that I've never seen in my life.

"Hey, Courtney." I gave her a wave. "Another two days? Nahh, she finna get her ass up and get shit done and do something besides lie in bed and cry. Fuck another day." I said then made my way upstairs to her room. I knocked but didn't hear anything on the other end. Oh, shit! I forgot it's soundproof, she did tell me that. I pressed the speaker beside her door. "I hope you're dressed because I'm coming in!" I chuckled then opened the door.

She was under the covers with her face stuffed into the pillow with another one on top of her head. "You finna get yo ass up!" I told her. "Fuck that nigga! You apologized and that's something that could've been fixed. Breaking up was just too far. You were good before him and you gon' be good afterwards! Fuck that bright-eyed nigga! Don't cry over a nigga who broke your heart! You got this shit." I told her and snatched the pillow from under her face and the one on top of her head. "It's a new year and that means new problems! You gon' have other shit to worry about." I heard her sniffling then laugh.

She jumped up and stood on the bed. "You right. I'm a bad bitch! Fuck him!" She jumped from the bed and walked into the bathroom like she was walking down a runway.

"Damn, it was that easy! And they said to give you another two days!" I laughed. "You got a bunch of strangers downstairs in your house by the way!"

She came out of the bathroom. "I know them. They're associates." She told me with a clean face. Her eyes were red which is normal from her crying all these days. She then stuck her toothbrush into her mouth.

"It's about time you brush that funky breath of yours!" I laughed. She said something slick back but I couldn't quite understand because of her toothbrush. I just know it was some slick shit. "I don't know if you got a vibrator on your mouth or a toothbrush." She choked and started laughing. She went into the bathroom to spit out her toothpaste I'm assuming. "Wash your ass while you're in there."

She came out of the bathroom with her hand on her hip. "I'm not funky. Stop playing. One thing I didn't do through this phase- because that's what this is, a phase in my life, is sitting in my own funk. I'm depressed but I cried my ass to the shower."

"You are cursin' a little too much. Who the fuck are you?"

"You got some nerve when you curse like a sailor." She raised her eyebrows.

"I been doing this though! You on the other hand just started. You still got your training wheels attached. Today is the most I've ever heard yo ass curse."

"I'm depressed. Give me a break."

"The world don't stop because of how you feel. You either move with the world or get left behind. This ain't you. Depressed or not. You gotta be you and continue on what you were doing before this mess. I've been there. I've been through all that shit. Just gotta get yo head back into the game." She just nodded at me, still brushing her teeth. "You lost more weight. Gahhhdamn! You tryna disappear or some shit?" I asked her. "Where the rest of you go?" I got up and looked under the bed.

She laughed more. "Stop it!" She gargled on her toothpaste.

"No, but for real, you better eat. That's why I brought us some snacks. Now, it's too cold to go outside but what we gon' do is, go to your theater and pig the fuck out until we fall asleep. Junk food will sit on your stomach especially the kind I got." I said holding up the bag of goodies. "Today I got time cuhh!"

"You are an idiot!" She gargled.

"Uuggghhh! Spit that shit out." I told her. She went back into the bathroom.

"The way your mother should've spit you out?" She joked.

"Damn, you got jokes. She's coming back already!" I said laughing and I could hear her laughs echoing through the bathroom. "A'ight K-Ci!" I told her. "Y'all 'bout the same size and shit."

"Nahh, he's wayyy smaller than I am." She told me. Then she came out with a rag, wiping her mouth.

"How much did you used to weigh?" I asked her.

"138.7 but then came the happy weight again and I was 147.8." She responded. I got up.

"Get on the scale." I walked past her into the bathroom.

"What?" She turned to me.

"Get on the scale and let me see."

"Why?"

"To prove my point," I told her. She walked closer to me, sighed, then tapped it with her foot. Then it read, 'Step on,' and that's what she did.

"You got this cheap ass scale!" I laughed. "You skimp on a lot of shit."

"That's how the rich stay rich." She smiles and we looked down.

"123 even," I announced. "You're 5'6 and you're definitely underweight. That's about twenty pounds before the happy weight and thirty before so that makes you thirty pounds lighter."

"You are the one to speak..."

I stepped on the scale. "192. I gained weight but my weight is good for my height, thanks to you and my mother. I lost a bunch of weight at first too but I'm good now. AND I BEEN WORKING OUT!? A nigga feels good. Pumping iron and shit."

"I see! Your arms are bigger in a good way. You're about to be even more conceited." She laughed.

"I can't help that I love myself."

"Aman to that!" She smiled.

"Alright, get dressed. Change out of them house clothes and into something else comfortable. Imma be downstairs and I expect you there in about three days with yo slow ass." I laughed then walked out the room. "Don't take too long!" I yelled loud enough for her to hear in the bathroom before closing her bedroom door.

I went downstairs and into the kitchen. I grabbed myself a cup and got myself some water from the dispenser. I downed that shit quick and got more.

"Ahem," someone cleared their throat. "What the hell you doin'? You done got comfortable as a mothafucka." It was Elijah.

I laughed at him. "Nigga, I'm thirsty," I said then downed the rest of my water.

"Well make yourself at home then. Kick your feet up why don't you." Elijah said sarcastically.

"I don't mind doin' that and you know it." I shrugged then went back into the fridge. "Damn, y'all ain't got no food."

"Nigga, you KNOW I can't cook for shit and she been depressed and not cooking. I been eating out." He told me. I closed the fridge with a sigh. "How's my girl doing anyways? I checked on her earlier and she ain't wanna be bothered."

"She'll be down here in a lil bit. I told her ass to get dressed and get her ass down here, so that's what she's doing. Can't be cryin' and depressed over a nigga. Nahh..." I shook my head at him.

He gave me a surprised look. "Damn, how the hell was you able to get her ass out that bed? We tried so many times."

"Because you not me." I laughed throwing my head back. "I'm DeVanté mothafuckin' Swing and everything I touch comes to life. These fingers work magic." I wiggled my fingers. "My hands period."

Elijah rolled his eyes at me. "Whatever." He stood up.

I got more water. "Why the hell is it so hot in here?"

"Because I'm cold and it's cold outside."

"It's not this hot in her room though," I told him.

"The ONLY good thing about her stayin' in there is she wasn't able to control the temperature of the rest of the house. You and I both know that girl STAYS hot because she's a bad bitch." He threw his head back laughing. "HAH, GET IT?"

"Yeah, I get it. That's exactly what she said but you bet' not let her hear you say that shit!" I chuckled but not at his whack-ass joke. I'm laughing at myself.
Why? Because I'm funny nigga! "You know she doesn't like being called that and how mad she gets which surprised me that she said it." I looked up at the ceiling then shrugged.

"She did. Bad bitches know who the fuck they are that's why! Issa whole gang of us." He snapped his fingers then left the room.

I ordered some food over the telephone, then I left the kitchen and introduced myself to these strangers. "Hey, I'm De." I told them.

"DeVanté Swing, I know! I like yo music. All of Jodeci shit as well the music you produce. I'm Algee, man." The small one shook my hand. I didn't know Gary Coleman had a son?

"Algee? Algee like the fungus?" I asked after shaking his hand with a frown.

"That's pronounced different." He told me.

"Oh, okay." I nodded.

"Woody. Woody McClain." The tall dude said. He's tall but not as tall as me. Probably an inch or two shorter than I am.

"Melissa but they call me Lizzo." The chubby one introduced herself.

"Jasmine." The one with the pointy chin introduced.

"I'm Jacob, man. Nice to meet you." The one who looks like Gary Coleman's son introduced.

"Okay, so Woody-" the guy nodded. "Gary-" I pointed and everybody laughed. I said that on accident. It's one of those, say what you're thinking moments. I had

"My name is Algee man." He laughed. I'm glad he ain't get mad like most people do.

"Yeah, my bad man. Jasmine and Lizzo right?" I asked.

"Yes." They said together.

"And of course Courtney cool ass." I laughed.

"Yeah, hey De and Jasmine is my sister," Courtney told me while pointing.

"I wouldn't have guessed that at all. Y'all don't look alike at all." I told them.

"We both look just like one of our parents is why."

"Oh," I said because I really didn't have anything else to say at this point.

Tia came into the room dressed nicely but comfortably. "Hi, y'all."

"Look who's feeling better!" Courtney yelled.

"I am." Tia nodded.

"And she came out about ten pounds lighter," Woody said laughing.

"Try thirty," I told him. "She lost thirty pounds in the time span of two weeks. That's a pound a day and that's not good at all."

"Can you dumb ass count? That's two pounds a day nigga!" Elijah laughed.

"Same thing. Look, the point is that she's and an unhealthy weight!" I told him.

"You ready to pig out?" I asked Tia.

"Let's go." Tia walked off.

"What y'all finna do?" Woody asked.

"Movies and junk food in the theater," I responded to him as I was leaving. Suddenly everyone decided to follow us downstairs. "What are y'all doing?" I asked.

"Nigga, free food and free movies come a dime a dozen. I'm hungry because my mama don't feed me." Jacob said pretending to cry at the end.

"You stupid as hell for that," I told him laughing. I went downstairs and into the theater room. "What you tryna watch?" I asked Tia.

"I don't know..." She said looking at the movie choices.

"I ain't seen Soul Food. We watching that." Elijah told us and grabbed the movie.

"Didn't you write and produce that?" I asked Tia.

"I did!"

"You excited as hell. Calm down." I lowered my hands. "This better be good!" I told her in a serious tone.

"It WILL be but if it isn't then what you gon' do?" Tia asked me with folded arms. Her tone was playful.

"Talk to shit sis!" Courtney egged her on.

"I'm just sayin' that shit better be good. Why do I need any other context?" I shrugged.

"You don't. Let me go and roll the tape." Tia went up the little stairs to do so.

"Roooll the tape!" I rolled my arms then chuckled lowly.

Author's Note: This is PROBABLY the last Taimak point of view y'all will get. It's over! I loved their relationship. 🥺 Relationships come and unfortunately go. Their relationship was so non-toxic. Anywho, DeVanté came and saved the day! He got her behind up and out that bed. He couldn't have THAT lying around and depressed mess! NOPE! A REAL FRIEND! I get just as emotional as you guys while I'm writing and be having to take a break. Lmbo!

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Thank you all for taking the time out of your day to read another chapter of this story. Thank you for staying despite the slacking.💚🖤❤💜💙💛