There you was, feelin like a lone star in a sky too crowded, heart too tender from the games played wit it. Yo homegirls, through, they got love for yoy, always tryin to lift you up when life had you low. This time, they were on a mission to drag you of the blues, convinced a party was a cure you needed. Yo soul wasn't in it, but for them, you put on those clothes, did yo hair, & tried to mask the weariness wit a smile.

Yall hit this party, and instantly, they're mingling, diving into the sea of flashy but questionable riches. Grillz gleaming brighter than the future, chains clinkin like empty promises, & watches tickin away at patient you didn't have. You? You found refuge in a booth, yo only company being a Sprite, yo phone, & the weight of yo thoughts.

That's when he slid into the scene. Different aura, like he carried a piece of the night sky wit him, all calm and depth. This wasn't the typical partygoer, he was chill, thuggish/hood nigga maybe, but wit a vibe that whispered stories untold, not shouted them. You caught yoself staring, couldn't help it, but snapped back to yo phone when yo eyes locked. Heart's been down that road too many times, & you wasn't bout to hitch anotha ride to heartbreak hotel.

*But then, there's his voice, deep & chill, pullin yo attention like the moon pulls the tide. "You enjoyin the party, or do you like staring mad hard at niggas that's sit next to you, all the time?" He's teasing, a smile in his tone, the mind that lights up dark corners.

@𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐋