Black Waters (Frank Ocean Love Story)

Chapter 一

His face was on my screen.

“Why’d you leave New York? You would be better off there with singing.” Christopher asked me as we sat on the bank of a river, looking at the oh-so-beautiful sun as it set. But the most beautiful thing here right now was him; there was this warm, tingly feeling going through my body every time he spoke.

“There was just too much competition there. I thought coming here would be better. I would be able to shine.” I explained. He nodded and smiled.

“Ajahni is a beautiful name.” He said. I blushed and laughed a little.

“Thanks.” I said finally. Then there was silence for a while.

“Can I ask you something?” Christopher asked. I nodded. “I know you said you were just staying for a few days, but what if you could stay? I have a little cabin by the water—it’s a river just like this. It’s big enough for you to stay there. At least until you get back on your feet.”

I stayed with him.

He was having a concert in some far away place. I didn’t want to hear about that, so I switched to a regular news channel.

It’s been a month since I’ve been staying in Christopher’s cabin. We’re working on completing an album together. His voice is more beautiful than his face and his heart. I think I’m beginning to…

I was sitting next to him on the comfy couch when he said to me, “Come outside with me.”

I would do whatever he asked, so I followed him out the door. He held my hand and led me to the river outside the house, and we stood on the little wooden bridge over the river.

“I have to tell you something. It’s really important.” Christopher said to me, taking both of my hands. His regularly smiling eyes showed signs of sorrow now.

“What’s wrong?” I was worried.

“Before I start, I want to let you know that I love you.” He said to me. I gasped. I knew he felt it, but hearing him say it was just…it made me want to cry.

I think I’m beginning to…love him.

“I love you too.” I said. He smiled.

“Great. Now that you know I love you, I want you to understand that I would never do anything to hurt you. I wish I could stay here forever with you. But things are…getting different. Someone offered me a singing gig in New Orleans, but they want me alone. I’ll go, and then after they see that I’m good I’ll persuade them to let us do our album together. Trust me, Ajahni. I will not abandon you.”

I had been crying hysterically by now.

“How do I know that you won’t abandon me? How do I know you’re not going to betray me like everyone else?” I said between gasps.

“I love you so much that…that it hurts. You’re my kryptonite, Ajahni. I’m addicted to you. It’s hard for me to go, but I have to. I’m sorry.” Christopher kissed my hand. “I have to catch the plane later. My things are at a different house. I have to go pack them now. So this is goodbye, baby.”

I couldn’t believe it.

“Do you really love me?”

“Forever and always.”

“Is that a promise?”

“I would die if it wasn’t.”

And then he kissed me.

The news was talking about how plane ticket prices were going down. The lowest prices were from state-to-state.

That gave me an idea. If I could get to New Orleans from here…the ticket price would be low.

I could get to him. I could find him. 

ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ.  ɴᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ, ᴅɪsᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsᴍɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀɴʏ ᴍᴇᴀɴs, ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅɪɴɢ, ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏᴄᴏᴘʏɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴛʜᴏᴅs ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ/ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇʀ, ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀsᴇ ᴏғ ʙʀɪᴇғ ǫᴜᴏᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴇᴍʙᴏᴅɪᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɴᴏɴᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇʀᴄɪᴀʟ ᴜsᴇs ᴘᴇʀᴍɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴄᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ ʟᴀᴡ. ғᴏʀ ғᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴀᴅᴅʀᴇss: ᴀɪsʜᴀᴍᴜғғɪɴ28@ɢᴍᴀɪʟ.ᴄᴏᴍ. ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇғʀᴀɪɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴠɪᴀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀᴅᴅʀᴇss ɪғ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀ ɪɴǫᴜɪʀɪᴇs ᴘᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟs. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.