Asha should’ve been scared at the quick change of Young’s deep browns being painted black and red, but she was still too upset about his audacity. It was beyond life changing to have the man’s physical body back in seemingly better condition and his soul mostly intact. She cherished every memory of them together, good and bad, so to see that he still had them all was priceless. Even if he wasn’t showing it, she knew he was thinking about their entire history together just like her. If she had to guess, and her intuition was almost always right, when he relinquished his human control to Blood, she got a peek into just how much it weighed on him. He was aware of how his actions towards her had affected the course of her life but he was dedicated to his version of being a man about it. There wasn’t any time to dwell or cry about how horrible he’d been to the person he said he loved the most.Just because he may have had good intentions, trying to protect her from some unknown evil, huma
Asha returning Blood’s smirk with one of her very own evil grins made the entity shiver. There was something truly menacing about an angelic soul choosing to mirror the face of evil intentions. She hadn’t seen it as good or evil, just a natural reaction to being in the presence of someone who brought out her desire to act on her more deviant behaviors. With Young she always seemed so ready to lean into the intrusive thoughts that amplified in his presence. From his perspective, she’d always thrown him off guard when she showed that side of herself. Looking at her through demons eyes shifted his perspective entirely and revealed a side of her he was sure even she wasn’t aware of. Seeing the potential evil or good that resided within a soul had been one of the many perks Young received with this upgrade. When looking at Asha, her energy was a kaleidoscope compared to most other people who were one or two colors max. They were black and white, mostly good or mostly evil, no space for a
Asha had barely been holding onto the routine of her days, feeling as if she had no choice but to keep moving forward in the sludge of life. She was exhausted beyond belief with no relief in sight and if she hadn’t centered herself each morning she was sure she was going to explode on whoever decided she was a mat to be walked all over.Today was no different - she got up as usual, bargaining a few ‘5 more minutes’ with herself before she had to really get up. When she did - ever committed to the routine she’d painstakingly created over the last year - she ground her coffee beans with her pestle and mortar and put her coffee on to percolate while she did a quick warmup, one of her low impact cardios, a yoga stretch, and a 5 minute meditation for black women, all courtesy of YouTube. After a quick shower and getting dressed she rushed out her door to get into the car that wouldn’t start. No matter how hard she pumped the gas pedal, rubbed the dashboard, and begged, her baby just would
Like every other day, the company sent more products than they had space to put out or store and the supervisors and managers cracked down on her and her coworkers expecting miracles to be made out of the curses sent down by the higher ups. Asha was stressed out and stretched thin just like the rest of the team. When she finished her back room work and it was time for her to go onto the sales floor, surprise surprise, her most recent ex was in the store waiting around to watch her.They’d broken up almost six months prior and although she’d been the one to say the words, he’d been pushing her to it for at least half of the time they were together. When he convinced her to date him, his favorite thing to say was, “you’re everything I’ve been trying to manifest.” Between their conversations about the future and how he always seemed to want the same things as her, and the way he always seemed to care about her safety getting home when they first started getting to know one another, she f
She thought she was free and clear with weeks gone by of blessed silence, thanking the creator for the seemingly peaceful transition back into singlehood. Her life went back to normal without him and she had all of her free time to refocus on the life goals she’d set and had been gradually working towards. Then one day he just started showing up at her job. At first, Asha thought she was imagining his car in the parking lot while she was working. He wouldn’t be there everyday so she chalked it up to paranoia.It was a few weeks of chastising herself for being so overly suspicious until she couldn’t deny any more. Her coworker had taken her to lunch one week and what she had been writing off as paranoia was in fact her survival instincts telling her that she had a predator watching her. Sure enough, when they’d been seated and were catching each other up on everything that couldn’t be discussed in the store, she saw his car roll by and locked eyes with him. Although her anxiety had sky
Too bad she was also having difficulties protecting herself from the ex waiting for her in haunting dreams. Young Samuel Blood. A fuckboy of a man, who gave her the run around, dragging her heart behind him as bait. A man of few words and exploding passion, who was a selfish bastard unless he was pleasuring a woman. The one man that had opened her to the depths her pleasure could take her if a partner took their time to truly learn what she liked, what she needed. As much as she had been yearning to see his face pop up, she really could only call it a haunting since he’d died just over a year prior.When she decided to up and leave the tristate area he had acted as if she’d never leave, treating her the same way he always did. Although it hurt her feelings to know that despite all the early morning deep conversations she was still just another fuck for him. It did not surprise Asha in the least that he didn’t show up to her going away party, or remember what day she was leaving since
You’d think that her realization would warn her of just how skilled he was in mind games, but alas she set herself up for failure and the same lesson. After a few months of silence he reached out, supposedly needing a friend to talk to. It was a relief to be able to continue their meaningful conversations without the pressure of sex. The distance between them had created a feeling of an even deeper connection being fortified than their sexcapade rendezvous’ had, false of course.When the new year was around the corner, he made plans to come visit Asha. At least that’s what she thought until he ghosted her two days before he told her he would touch down and didn’t hit her up again until two weeks later. She had already grieved the reality that her hopes and dreams for a deeper relationship with him when he called her as if they had never discussed him coming to the A. It stung but she had realized that he only wanted to keep her around as a ‘just in case’, so to speak. Turns out, that
It nearly broke her to get that update, especially since it’d only been a few months after she almost succeeded in the same decision. They hadn’t talked since well before the new year, a sparse handful of texts holding what remained of their friendship together. Plus their mutual friend tried to emphasize that Young didn’t have any respect for the women in his life, including her, which gave her even more evidence as to why she had no reason to feel so stricken by the news. No matter how much she chastised herself though, she couldn’t let go of the hopes she had of reconciling their differences if she ever got a chance to come home. In her mind, there was a chance meeting or intentional meal in their future to talk through things and find a better way forward as friends rather than jilted ex-lovers muddling through a friendship. It was stupid but with every possible chance to have those confrontations suddenly eliminated, she’d plunged deeper into the depression she’d just started to