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Zamari is a high school senior known for her knack for sabotaging her relationships. With a fear of commitment, she finds herself perpetually stuck in a cycle of uncertainty-always half in, half out.
On the other hand, there's Jordan...
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Zamari Kayleen Wilson Miami, Fl • | Wilson Residence | •
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October 12th, 2023
"How am I supposed to help you if you won't talk to me, Mama?" Jordan asked, her voice a soft plea. She gently tilted my chin up, her fingers warm against my skin, causing me to meet her gaze.
Her eyes held concern, searching mine as she waited for a response, her brow slightly furrowed.
"I... I don't know," I murmured, breaking eye contact, the weight of her gaze pulling me under.
"Zamari, this non communication isn't doing us any favors," she pressed, her voice trembling slightly, as if the words themselves might shatter the fragile bond we shared.
"How—how can I help you if you keep shutting me out?" Her frustration mingled with hurt, creating a palpable tension in the air that hung between us.
"I know... I'm sorry," I finally admitted, my heart racing as I met her eyes again,
It wasn't that I wanted to push her away; it was a reflex, a protective instinct. I couldn't shake the nagging fear that if I let her in, she might wield the power to hurt me more than anyone else ever had.
"Maybe we should, um... take a break," I suggested, my voice barely above a whisper, yet the words felt like a heavy stone dropped into the silence.
"You think that would help?" she asked, her voice quivering with a hint of betrayal, the hurt glimmering in her eyes like shards of glass.
I nodded, tears welling up, blurring my vision. "Yeah..."
"Okay, well... I guess I'll head out then... I love you," she said, her voice thick with emotion as she pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead, a bittersweet farewell that lingered long after she turned toward the door.
"I love you more," I called out, my voice cracking, echoing in the empty space she left behind.
As I lay back, my heart still pounding, my door creaked open, revealing my older brother, Zamir.
"What was Jordan crying about as she left?" he asked, closing the door behind him with a soft click before settling at the end of my bed.
"I told her we should take a break," I mumbled, my eyes fixed on the ceiling, where the shadows danced like my racing thoughts.
"Zamari... you can't keep shutting her out," he said, concern etched on his face, piercing through my defenses.
"I know..." I murmured, barely audible, the weight of my guilt heavy in the air.
"Why won't you let her in?" he pressed, his gaze steady, searching for answers.
"I—I don't know. I love her. I truly do. But every time I want to open up... fear gets to me, and I shut down and shut out everyone." My voice trembled, the words escaping like a confession.
