Tone’s eyes lurked around the crematory as the
darkness of the heavy clouds hung over him like an animated cartoon from
childhood shows. Soon the rain would follow, the July weather finally finding
its match for the summer heat that’s been controlling the city for at least
mid-March. Down south, Atlanta to be exact, it’s expected, but doesn’t mean it
keeps the ones around him from complaining any less than before when it’s cold
Eva’s trembling lip drew his attention from the one around them,
his expression hard and detached, the man standing across from him forcing the
cold stance. Yet, he knew the emotions running through her right now. He suffered
from this once before; losing someone so close to your heart that it makes you
want to be dead. He hoped she would grow
to accept it. Even if she doesn’t believe in him anymore. Do it for
herself, because death was a part of life and the showing of weakness was a part
The sweet whispers and moans of love she would cherish and
shower him in would be lowered into this grave; replaced with her silent
hatred. Nobody knows but them.
Regardless of her feelings, Eva never turned her back on him. Insisting on
standing by his stand no matter how much she questions him as a man. Tone always
has the urge to ask the million-dollar question floating around them. Why? As much as he despises the single
word question; he too wonders, especially in this case.
Never asked, Tone knows why Eva hasn’t left and it has nothing
to do with choices. Or love. Hate doesn’t keep her closed off and broken, love
doesn’t stop her from walking away from him and everything that she once
believed in months ago. The man who sweep her off her feet still lived somewhere
deep down in him, making her believe everything that came out of that beautiful
mouth of his.
The lowering of the casket should have set her
off. He just knew it would. Tone was even prepared for it, but it never
happened. The mother of this young lady, the woman who had protected, birth,
and love her like no one else, was being taken away. Going six feet below and
yet not once did she allow her guard down to cry or whimper in front of those
around her. Instead, she bites her bottom lip and adjusted the Gucci sunglasses
over her eyes. Her strength was one he feared in moments like this. It had been
awhile since fear creep over his body, consuming the control he desperately
needed every second of the day.
She would be the death of him one day and Tone was ready to
accept that now.
People are so quick to call Tiny ugly and all types of stuff but yet she’s with the same man majority of you want and she’s loyal as fuck. Let’s not forget that bad car accident she was in and had to get her face reconstructed so before you talk take a look in the mirror. Tiny is actually very pretty tbh.