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Play Reflections- The Neighborhood 🎧🎶
Author's Pov When Jorja returned home yesterday, she failed to reach out to Ebony as she had promised. The weight of her encounter with her employee, Olivia left her feeling deeply embarrassed and disheartened.
In that vulnerable moment, she couldn't help but question the authenticity of her connection with Ebony. She wondered if Ebony was merely a figment of her imagination or, even worse, if Ebony was manipulating her emotions.
Despite Jorja's growing comfort in not concealing her vitiligo around Ebony, she still harbored lingering insecurities. She couldn't help but entertain the thought that Ebony's compliments about her beauty might lack sincerity.
Jorja ended up calling in sick at the diner because every time she moved, she felt like she was on the brink of an anxiety attack. She received a bunch of missed calls and messages from Ebony, all expressing Ebony's worry for her. This overwhelming flood of communication left Jorja feeling utterly confused.
Did Ebony genuinely care for her?
Jorja indulged in entire day of neglecting to eat or shower. She was completely absorbed in her computer, constantly switching between tabs, of diligently searching for her parents and seeking to restock her ran-out concealer.
Meanwhile, Ebony was contemplating whether or not to pay a visit to Jorja's place. They hadn't had a conversation since yesterday when Ebony dropped her off at the diner, and Ebony couldn't shake off her worry for her friend.
Normally, Jorja would quickly respond or even reach out to Ebony first. Ebony was perplexed by the situation, but all she could do was hope and pray that Jorja was okay. Despite not knowing each other for long, they had developed an attachment with one another.
They cared for each other.
Ebony's heart was racing with eagerness as she eagerly anticipated the day to pass at the club. She longed to return home, rejuvenate herself, and pay a visit to Jorja, her yearning growing stronger with each passing moment.
As the DJ's voice reverberated through the speakers, announcing Ebony's arrival, the crowd erupted into a symphony of wild cheers, a familiar melody that Ebony had grown accustomed to hearing four times a week.
As she took a deep breath, Ebony made her way towards the stage with a sense of purpose. With each step, she carried the weight of her emotions, carefully hidden beneath her confident facade. As the music began to play, she poured her heart and soul into her mesmerizing performance on the pole, her thoughts consumed by Jorja.
Jorja. Jorja. Jorja
As the day unfolded, Ebony found herself trapped in the repetitive cadence of her daily routine. It felt as though she was stuck in a never-ending loop, like a broken record playing the same melody on repeat. Each morning, she would awaken, embark on her work journey, and spend her evenings gathering her well-deserved earnings at the club. It became a cycle that appeared perpetual, lacking variation or excitement.
