•Blind~•{Eazy E X Reader Fanfic}°

first performance

“You gotta apologize,” Ren said firmly.

I rolled my eyes. “Nah.”

“Eazy—”

“I said no.” My voice cracked sharper than I intended. “I ain’t about to chase after nobody who walked out on me.”

Ren leaned back. “So that’s it? You gon’ sit here, drink yourself stupid, and act like it’s all her fault?”

“I didn’t say it was all her fault,” I snapped.

“You just don’t wanna be the first to fold,” he said quietly. “That pride’s gonna be the death of this shit, bro.”

I sat in silence, the anger simmering low now, replaced with something worse—regret.

“I don’t know if she’ll even listen to me if I tried,” I said, softer this time.

“She will,” Ren said. “You just gotta mean it. Be real. Drop the act. Let her see Eric, not Eazy.”

I looked at him for a long moment.

“Think she done with me?” I asked.

Ren shrugged. “I think she tired. But tired ain’t always the end. Sometimes it’s just the warning sign.”

I nodded slowly, rubbing my temples. “Damn.”

“Yeah,” Ren said, getting up and patting my shoulder. “Damn.”

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Korina’s POV

The sun had just started to dip behind the skyline, casting a burnt-orange hue over the city as I stepped out of Navira’s car. My heart was still heavy from everything, but there was this quiet calm in the air… like something was finally about to shift.

As I made my way to my front door, my phone buzzed.

A message from someone I didn’t expect—not him directly, but from someone who worked with him. “Eazy would like to meet. At the mansion. If you’re open to it.”

I stared at the screen for a long moment, my fingers frozen. I wasn’t sure if I should feel annoyed, anxious, or… relieved. I still loved him. No matter what. That love didn’t just disappear overnight. Even when he was being a complete asshole, a part of me was still fighting for the version of him I knew—my Eazy.

Navira stood by the car, looking at me. “Everything okay?”

I nodded slowly. “He wants to see me.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You gonna go?”

I didn’t answer right away. I just walked toward the door. But instead of unlocking it, I turned around.

“Yeah,” I whispered. “I’m gonna go.”

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His mansion stood tall like it always did—gated, quiet, intimidating. I had been here so many times, but today felt different. I clutched my keys tighter as I stepped inside, greeted by the familiar warmth of the place I once called home for eight long months.

I found him in the living room, seated on the couch, a glass in his hand. The lights were dimmed low, and music hummed faintly in the background—some old soulful track that tugged at every part of me.

When he saw me, he stood up slowly, like he wasn’t sure if this was real.

I didn’t say anything. Just looked at him. My chest felt tight, and all the hurt was still in there, but there was love too—so much love.

He cleared his throat. “Thanks for comin’.”

I nodded, eyes still locked on him. “You wanted to talk?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I been thinkin’. A lot.”

He walked over to me but kept just enough distance to show he wasn’t trying to push anything. His eyes were softer now, not full of ego or pride—just honesty.

“I messed up, Korina,” he said quietly. “I let my fear and pride talk for me. I disrespected you. I doubted you when you needed support. And then I pushed you away when all I really wanted was to hold on.”

I felt my throat tighten, but I stayed silent. I needed to hear all of it.

“I saw you up on that stage,” he continued, voice a little cracked. “You looked like… like everything I fell in love with in the first place. You were shinin’. And I was too blind and insecure to appreciate that.”

He took a breath. “I can’t take back what I said, or how I made you feel. But I want to make it right. I’m not tryna beg you—I just want you to know that I see you now. Like, really see you.”

The tears welled up in my eyes before I could stop them. And for a second, I hated how easy it was for him to get to me. But it wasn’t weakness—it was love. Raw, bruised, but still there.

“I didn’t want to give up on you,” I said, my voice shaking. “I was starting to think you gave up on me.”

“I didn’t,” he said immediately, stepping closer. “I swear I didn’t.”

I could feel his warmth now, the way I used to. I wanted to run into his arms and scream at him all at once.

“I love you, Eric,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

He looked at me like he was hearing his name for the first time.

“I love you too,” he said, and his arms finally wrapped around me like they used to—tight, like he was scared I’d slip away again.

We stayed like that for a long time. I cried against his chest, and he just held me, stroking my back in slow circles.

“I wanna do better,” he murmured into my hair. “I wanna love you right this time.”

I pulled back, brushing my cheeks, trying to smile. “Then let’s try again.”

He nodded, holding my face in his hands like I was something fragile he finally learned to appreciate. “Let’s try again.”

Oh let's wait and see what happens