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𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐋.𝐀. 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟓𝐭𝐡 , 𝟏:𝟐𝟕 𝐚𝐦
"Cause you been playing, I've been loyal " The woman hummed to the song. No love by Summer Walker played in the background of the fully furnished apartment. She smiled, wiping down the bloody knife with the bleach-covered rag. Wearing an eerie smirk across her face. Full lips glossed to absolute perfection.
Bloop, Bloop, Bloop
With each drop of blood that fell to the ground, so did a memory. Some good, some bad. She kept smiling, never letting the smirk on her face drop. She bent down slowly to the ground. Never letting her Christian Louboutin heels step in the mess.
"Sad you had to go like this" she straight faced, letting the smirk she once had leave her face completely. Not a ghost of the smirk stayed on her face. It was replaced with a look of malice. "But you were nothing I ever needed" she expressed with a pretense pout. "I'm going to miss you, my love."
"Save a spot in hell for me, would you?" she laughed, standing straight up. She began heading for the door of the apartment, she paused, turned and blew a signature kiss that held so much wickedness to it. She turned swiftly on her toes, her heels clicked against the grey hardwood floors as she made her exit.
Her head held high.
With each step she took, it was a memory she would be letting go of.
She knew that once she walked out that door, the feelings she once had would start to drain. But so was the life in his body and she couldn't be any happier leaving out the door. She lowered her Dolce and Gabbana shades on the bridge of her nose, with a smirk and a confident walk.
