𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍’ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐁𝐋𝐔 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀

•.¸♡𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐗 𝐂𝐁𝐋𝐔♡¸.•

galleria mall, saturday, 7pm.

it’s been four months since you and cblu talked. he broke up with you outta nowhere, told you he had to “focus on the music, the fans, and his motion.” no matter how much you begged him to just slow down and work through it, he dipped. ghosted. left you hurt. so you packed up, moved to htx, and decided to start fresh. new city. new vibe. no love.

today, you hit the mall to treat yourself. pacsun bag in one hand, lululemon in the other, and a fat receipt from when you splurged on some amiri’s. you was feelin’ good — hoodie on, lashes done, airpods in. nothing was gon’ ruin your vibe today.

you wandered into the balenciaga store, eyein’ the new track runners. you already had the red and white joints, so now you was stuck between the pink pair or the black-and-white ones.

then you heard it.

not a sound — a whole wave of screams coming from outside the store. the kind that make people run to the railing to look down, phones out, tryna catch a glimpse of whoever just walked in. but this was the galleria. celebrities be in here every weekend. so you brushed it off, kept browsing.

until you turned around.

you ain’t even have to guess. your heart dropped when you saw him — cblu. standing there talkin’ to his security, ice on his neck, hoodie half-zipped, his voice low but that smirk still the same. you gasped before you could catch yourself, and it echoed way too loud in the quiet store.

there were only four people allowed in the store at once — you, him, and his two security guards. that was it.

cblu heard you, smirked when you turned your head fast like you didn’t see him. he didn’t say nothing at first. didn’t wanna put you on blast. but the second he saw you, he already knew… he wanted you back.

you tried to focus again. 30 seconds passed. you asked for the black-pink-and-white track runners in your size. walked over to the desk to pay, digging through your purse for your card.

then you felt it.

somebody stepped behind you, reached over your shoulder, and gently closed your purse. your breath caught — you knew that energy. that scent. that voice.

“i’ll pay for dem…”

you turned slightly, and there he was. cblu. standing too close. too calm. too fine for his own good. he slid his hand into his pocket for his card, smirking like he never left.

“waddup ma… how yu been?”