Chapter Fifty-Three: Don’t Play With Me Like That
Lyric I wasn’t gonna cry. I swore I wasn’t gonna cry. But the minute Janiyah looked at me and asked if I was okay? I broke. “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore,” I whispered, trying to keep my voice from cracking. We were sitting on her bed. She had music playing low, scrolling through t****k, but the moment I sat down beside her, something in me just… gave up. “I thought he cared. Like, for real,” I said, eyes locked on my hands in my lap. “But I feel like I’m the only one trying.” Janiyah didn’t say nothing at first. She just looked at me. Let me talk. “I didn’t even ask for much, Niya. Just some effort. A call. A text. Something to show I’m not just some girl he chills with when he’s bored.” Tears finally slipped, and I hated how quiet the room got. Like my crying made the ai
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