Never Left Me (Completed)

Twenty-One

She looks at all the boxes lined against the wall that she brought back from California after moving her stuff out of Noah's. She still hasn't unpacked it and probably won't for awhile. A day after she moved it all out Noah text her, So we're really done?

She doesn't know why he's asking that stupid ass question. They've been done for months. She hasn't seen the man and they've barely had any conversations. So yes, they're done.

The main reason it's over is because Noah wanted Magenta to give up her career, so they can 'start their family.' He wanted her to move to L.A. with him and throw away everything she's been trying to build these last couple of years.

In later years, commitment isn't a strong suit for Gen. She's not exactly willing to merge as one by joining homes, families, lifestyles, and bank accounts. Noah didn't get the Gen he had at 18. He couldn't exactly control her. Not after everything she's been through in the years they were apart.

Noah likes to control every aspect of life. He's an anal, perfectionist with OCD. She thought it was because he was raised with both parents who were in the Navy. They were very strict, but that's also just how he is. If one hair is out of place or a nail is chipped he's going to notice and point it out.

That's not Magenta. From her upbringing to who she is now she's imperfect. When he'd introduce her to white people he'd never say her real name out of embarrassment. He'd make slick comments when she'd order certain food. He made her wear makeup that covered her face tattoos and wanted her to dress like the Amish because her curves were 'distracting.' He even convinced her to lose weight for her 'health' which resulted in her current size.

Magenta's not the woman for him. He needs a trophy wife he can show off. Someone who fulfills his every need with no complaints.

Magenta puts her tea kettle filled with water on the stove, while turning on some motivational audiobook Choice suggested. "Everyday you must ensure you're doing your shadow work. Resolve your karma, improve your frequency, work on your ascension process," the voice reads aloud through her Google Home speaker.

"I'm doing that. So why shit not getting better?" She replies to the speaker as if it can respond. She shows attitude and all, putting weight on one hip wearing a look of confusion. "Yeah, aiight," she smacks her lips going back to whipping eggs in preparation for making French Toast.

"This may be a time when you'll see a resurgence of some remnants of shadows or past like karma coming out since it's the final purging pass if you will. You can still get triggered, and even though you've made all of this progress so far, don't be too harsh on yourself. You're only human. These trials are a natural part of the human experience, even when you're on a sacred mission part of life."

"Natural me ass. I gotta experience trauma to elevate?" She mumbles putting brown sugar and butter into the already hot skillet. Once it melts she puts in two slices of bread dipped in egg. In that moment she realizes her negative outlook isn't going to help.

Along with the French Toast she has two scrambled eggs and a mug of Twining's herbal tea in Winter Spice with a bag of Lipton black tea. Still sipping from her mug she goes to her bedroom.

Keeping it simple today she gets dressed in a black silk button-up, white pants, and black heels. Everyday she's glad she doesn't work somewhere with a strict dress code. It helps she's part owner, so they made sure it wasn't uptight and stuffy.

Running her hands through her natural curls to fix her TWA that has a design cut into it, she still remembers the day Gee cut her hair off when they were freshman's. Since then she couldn't bother herself to grow it out. She got used to it being short.