•Blind~•{Eazy E X Reader Fanfic}°

first performance

I sat in the kitchen of my house, lights dimmed low, the silence heavy and judgmental. I couldn’t even listen to music. Every track reminded me of her. Every beat, every line—it all brought me back to Korina. Back to her voice. Back to her eyes looking at me like I was someone she didn’t even recognize anymore.

“You wearin’ that like you single.”

Damn. I really said that?

I tilted my head back and took another sip. The liquor didn’t hit right no more—it burned like truth sliding down the wrong way.

The front door creaked open. Ren. Of course. He had a key. Always did. He was like that brother who never asked permission but somehow always showed up when you needed someone, even when you swore you didn’t.

He stepped in, took one look at me slumped at the counter, and raised a brow. “You look like shit.”

“Appreciate it,” I muttered, pouring another drink.

Ren dropped his backpack near the door and walked over. “You good?”

I didn’t answer. Just stared into the glass like it could tell me what the hell went wrong.

“Okay,” he said, voice low, “what happened?”

I exhaled sharply. “Man… she was wearin’ this outfit. All eyes on her. Had the nerve to act like I didn’t exist when she walked in.”

Ren tilted his head, giving me that look. The one that said, go on, I’m listening… even though I already know you’re the one who fucked up.

“So what’d you do?” he asked.

I leaned back, scoffing. “I said what I felt. Told her straight—she look like she tryna let the world know she available.”

Ren’s silence was louder than anything.

“What?” I snapped.

“You serious right now?” he asked, folding his arms. “Eazy, you been actin’ insecure as hell lately.”

“I’m not insecure,” I shot back.

“Nah? Then what’s all this?” He gestured around the room, the half-empty bottle, my hunched posture. “You drinking like you at a funeral. You barkin’ at a girl who just got a major movie offer like she cheated on you. You scared, dawg. Admit it.”

I didn’t say anything.

Ren sat down across from me, calm. Too calm. “You scared that if she starts shinin’ too bright, you won’t be able to stand next to her without fading.”

I clenched my jaw. He wasn’t wrong. But hearing it out loud felt like someone twisting the knife.

“I just…” I started, then stopped. I couldn’t even finish the sentence.

“You just what?” Ren asked.

I looked down at my hands. “I just didn’t expect her to leave like that.”

“She didn’t leave ‘cause she wanted to hurt you,” he said. “She left ‘cause you hurt her. You made her feel like bein’ herself was too much for you to handle. Like she had to pick between her happiness and your ego.”

“Damn, man,” I muttered. “I ain’t mean it like that.”

“Doesn’t matter how you meant it. It’s how she felt.”

I stared into the distance, mind drifting back to the stage, that moment she and Navira sang together. I didn’t even wanna admit it, but it moved me. She looked… free. Heartbroken, but free. Like the weight I used to help her carry was now mine alone.