•Blind~•{Eazy E X Reader Fanfic}°

first performance

“You barely said a word to me since you walked in,” he went on, louder now. “But you smiling up in everybody else’s face.”

Navira stepped in between us quick, hand on my wrist. “C’mon, Korina. Let’s bounce.”

I looked at Eazy one last time, saw the storm building in his face again, and I knew—if I stayed, it would only spiral.

So I left.

We got into Navira’s car and sat in silence for a minute. The soft hum of the engine was the only sound until she reached over, turned down the radio, and looked at me like she was tired of holding back.

“You know what I think?” she said.

I turned to her, wiping my eyes again. “What?”

“I think you’re scared of letting go of what’s familiar. And I get it. But being familiar don’t mean it’s good for you.”

“I loved him,” I whispered.

“I know you did,” she said, voice softer. “But you can’t keep setting yourself on fire to keep him warm.”

I swallowed hard, staring out the window. The city lights blurred with my tears. “I just want to feel like me again.”

“You gon’ find her again,” she said. “Hell, she might be waiting for you on that stage tonight.”

I blinked. “You still performing?”

“Damn right,” she grinned. “And you getting on stage with me.”

“What?”

“Yeah, you heard me,” she said. “You gon’ get up there and let that hurt pour out of you. You gon’ sing with me tonight. I need you up there.”

I hesitated. “I’m not ready.”

“You are. You just don’t know it yet.”

The stage lights felt hotter than usual, but something about being up there next to Navira brought me a tiny sliver of peace. She stepped to the mic first, confidence radiating off her, crowd vibing with her every word.

Then, halfway through her second song, she turned to me and extended her hand.

“Y’all mind if I bring my girl Korina up here?” she shouted. The crowd cheered. “We got some real emotions to spill tonight.”

I stepped forward, mic in hand, breath trembling in my chest.

The music shifted—slowed down. A soft, moody instrumental crept in. My voice cracked a little on the first few lines, but then… something happened. The lyrics started flowing like they were straight from my chest.

“I gave you my soul, you held it too tight…”

“Now I’m stitching my wings back in the moonlight…”

People in the crowd went quiet. Some swayed. Some even teared up. I could feel them feeling me. And when Navira joined in—our harmonies like healing—the moment turned into something magical. Our voices wrapped around each other like vines, like they were holding each other up.

By the time we hit the final note, the room was quiet for a split second… then erupted into applause.

And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel broken.

I felt alive.

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Eazy’s POV

The glass clinked against the countertop, ice swirling around the brown liquor like it had its own rhythm—slow, unbothered. Not like my thoughts. Those were frantic. Loud. Drowning me.