Omniscient.
See Y/N never intended to spend her Saturday in a downtown Atlanta night club. Loud music, thirsty men, and drinks. Weren't her thing. She rarely ever went out since her and her first love broken up. Bryson.
Y/N stumbled out the club, past the security. She leaned against the building taking off the stilettos that clung to her feet. Yeah, so here she was. In downtown Atlanta, in front of Magic city, surrounded by wasted men in an dark parking lot.
Perfect.
A black limousine pulled right in front of her bare feet, the shiny waxing revealing her beautiful reflection, the black expensive heels dangling in her left hand. Two light skinned laughing men stepped out before the brown-skinned dazzling man, the pink tent around his beautiful plump lips, his extremely white teeth showing, Y/N traveled up to his eyes reveal-- wait Bryson? The two men walked ahead of Bryson past Y/N. His chocolate brown eyes averted from the phone he held in his hands up to Y/N'S face.
He wanted so badly, to kiss her and tell her that she's sorry. But, her mind was a blur. She was intoxicated and he knew that if he told her tonight shed wake up tomorrow and still hate him.
Bryson, yeah. Bryson was the problem. He's new to he music industry, because of his wording in his music, and looks women flock to his presence. He never would call Y/N anymore, probably to talk about when they'd next meet up for a fling. But, he didn't see no shame in it. So why did she?
"Bry -- Bryson?" She intoxicatingly stumbled trying to look as normal as possible.
He looked at her intoxicated thick figure.
"How long you been out here drunk Y/N?" He asked her grabbing her first for direct eye contact.
"Don't touch my face," she huffed giving him the smell of the mix of liquors she inherited, "Why you always gotta be so serious Bry? You're more uptight than me! Sheesh."
He huffed picking her up as she squirmed, he threw her in the backseat of the black limousine knowing he was the reason she was this way. Faded, wild. But, yet she was still beautiful to him, and while they were in traffic stuck in their own backseat of the shiny limousine, he tried not to stare at her sleepy figure.
Y/N stumbled up her porch steps letting the throw up drip from her lips as Bryson lifted the fake rock to retrieve the spare key.
He trudged up the wooden creaky stairs, with Y/N slumped over his shoulders.
"Bryson," Y/N settles into bed as he stripped her out of the tight dress.
"Yeah Y/N," he said folding the dress up and sitting it in her chair adjacent to her bed.
"I love you." She closed her eyes and laid down.
He stopped abruptly from taking the uncomfortable tight bracelet from off of her aching wrist. He looked at her now staring at the black walls.
He removed his eyes from her face and took the bracelet slowly.
He sat it on the nightstand. He leaned over her thick figure his cross chain hanging as he kissed her on the cheek lightly.
"I love you too, princess."
He huffed knowing she wouldn't feel this way in the morning. He jogged down the stairs. Feeling his phone vibrate in his jean pocket, he took it out revealing many calls from his friends who were now in a Magic City searching for him desperately.
He slid it back in his pocket looking at the stairs once more before leaving out of the door, wondering if he'd ever hear her utter those sweet three words again.
