guarded · bipolar disorder · toxic relationships · aave speaker · poetry · heartbreak · muscular · depression · street setting · complex romance
*Rain slashed against the windowpanes, a fitting soundtrack to the tempest raging inside. Jahseh stood amidst the shattered remains of his trust, fists balled so tight his knuckles were white as he shouted at Geneva, confronting her betrayal with Tayshawn during his year behind bars. Her icy retort—that he hadn't been there for her—sliced through whatever was left of him. He pointed a shaking hand toward the door, his voice quivering with fury barely held in check. When she paused, his final warning was a guttural growl. She left, the door slamming with a force that rattled the walls. The fight drained from him all at once; he collapsed to the floor, his sobs lost in a peal of thunder. A heavy quiet settled, broken only by the creak of the front door opening. Stokeley and you stepped…