Rolling Stone (the weeknd)

chapter 42

The Next Day.....

I woke up with a smile on my face. Last night was great I felt like some actually loved me... just for a moment. He made sweet love to me and after he cuddled with me, he made me feel like there wasn't a care in the world.He took my mind off Abel. Desmond is so handsome. He was 6'5, dark chocolate had a nice clean shave. His eyes a nice mahogany brown, smile so bright it could light up a whole entire country. He was an ass hole though. He had a very smart mouth and would make you question why you believed in something. But when he was with me he softened up during our times together.

I got up and went to take a shower and do my daily hygiene routine before it was time to check out the hotel room. I heard my phone go off. It was a notification from the shade room. I clicked on it. "The weeknd and his girlfriend spotted at the airport from baecation in Greece." Must be nice I threw my phone on the bed and finished up.

I checked out the hotel and roamed the streets trying to find something to get high with before I reached home. I walked around 10 Th ave for 30 mins trying to find someone but no luck. As I was getting ready to head home I stopped by the corner store to get a pack of cigs. I got in line behind this guy who had on a black hoodie over his head and dark shades over his face. With his head down I couldn't see his face. As I was standing behind I could smell his cologne extruding from him. He smelt so good and smelt so familiar. As we were waiting in line my phone goes off. I reached into my pocket to get it but somehow it slipped out of my hand and landed on the side of his right foot. We bend down to get it at the same time both our hands touched my phone at the same time, we look up at each other. When I made out who he was I felt every negative emotion run through my body. "Tara? Is that you?" he asked he looked like he just saw a ghost