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[wontonsoupho]

THEN GOD

MADE THEM BLUE

© Artist the Author 2022

SYNOPSIS

This series was inspired by GOD HIMSELF , my personal life , my own spiritual experience , and journey of self. The people , places , and events that occur are loosely based from things I have witnessed or partook in; or are inspired by the lives of those whom surround me in which I love dearly. I wrote this series to have conversations about those uncomfortable and controversial topics , in hopes of bringing darkness to the light so that people can heal their hidden traumas. I’d kindly advise you NOT to steal any of my work as it is protected legally binding underneath Copyright Law with THE ARTIVERSE PRODUCTIONS and Wattpad Corp. — Artist the Author

GENRE : URBAN DRAMA / FICTION

LEADS : DAVE EAST X SHANNON THORNTON

SETTING : MACABRE , GEORGIA (fictional city in the belly of ATL)

“YOU DROVE ME AWAY and then they TOOK ME , only GOD can save me now.”

THEN GOD

MADE THEM BLUE

Has anyone ever heard of the saying ,

‘FATE HAS A FUNNY WAY OF WORKING ITS SELF OUT?’

On the dreary morning of October 14th , 1999 , sixteen year old Prodigy of The Arts , Goapele Scott was officially declared missing fourty-eighty hours after she was nowhere to be found within her self acclaimed hometown of Macabre , Georgia. Sources say that she was last spotted in a heated disagreement with longtime family friend Georgia State University's Star Basketball Player seventeen year old Xodus Casanova.

The two not only knew each other very well , but also allegedly concocted a plan to run away together which led authorities to believe that the Elite Division I Power Forward had involvement in Goapele's disappearance-however , that could not be any further from the case. Twenty long years , never ending pain , severe strife , and many tears later she mysteriously returns opening Pandora's box.

Two worlds collide after demons from their pasts force them both into a whirlwind of mayhem. Goapele and Xodus were two traumatized souls , but by the power of truth , God made them BLUE.

The question is , WILL THEY SURVIVE LONG ENOUGH TO WATCH IT COME INTO FRUITION ?

STARRING | LEADS

SHANNON THORNTON (circa 2019-present) as GOAPELE SCOTT

THE ANGELOU FROM HEAVEN

“I bet you NEVER thought you’d SEE ME AGAIN huh?”

DATE OF BIRTH : SEPTEMBER 22ND , 1985

HOMETOWN : BROOKLYN , NEW YORK

PHYSIQUE : 5 FT. 3 IN. — 127 LBS

DAVE EAST (circa 2016-present) as XODUS CASANOVA

GOLIATH REINCARNATED

“Our lives are like the fucking LIVING TESTAMENT Xo , can’t be surprised that it’s so damn treacherous.”

DATE OF BIRTH : MAY 23RD , 1984

HOMETOWN : QUEENS , NEW YORK

PHYSIQUE : 6 FT. 7 IN. — 253 LBS

FEATURING | SIDES

lela rochon as MAYOR CASANOVA

missy elliot MAMA QASIM

sonía braga as MAMA SOSA

jazzy amra as KAGOME

ava mcclure as NANI

faith jaggernauth as CHITTY

amil whitehead as MOTHER MACABRE

bia as PRINCESS

lola brooke as FLOJO

demetrius flenory jr. as KASPER

skepta as MAC 3

bandhunta izzy as DRAEKO

sebastian mikael as CHÖSEN

VISUAL AESTHETICS & CLOSING REMARKS | CINEMATOGRAPHY & AUTHOR’S NOTE

Hello my favorite heauxs!—and to those of you who don’t already know me I hope you’re enjoying your experience in the Artiverse. I want to start off by saying that my name is Artist Oriental , and I’m just an anomalous child of The Most High here baring gifts and fruits to give to the collective. For the past decade and a half I have been perfecting the craft of storytelling , and I’m at a point in my practice where I’m focused on broadening my horizons and expanding the audience I’ve been blessed to entertain and edify. From filling up notebooks all day long in class to hundreds and thousands of reads on Wattpad , my love for the art of literacy has never faded. Throughout the years I’ve been a breathing witness to the evolution of Artist as a person , creator , and soul—and may I say she’s come a mighty long way. As I grow older and enter my quarter century milestone , I find more and more that my work is often a reflection of my peculiar perception with the perfect blend of my eccentric imagination. With that being said; GOD WILL BE PRESENT IN ALL OF ARTIST THE AUTHOR’S CONTENT. I will not denounce the reality that I know to be true , experience , and choose to express. If that is unsettling for you my world may not be tailored to your liking , therefore feel free to roam at YOUR OWN DISCRETION. You can expect that the majority of work coming from me is more than likely to have some sort of spiritual aspect in it. There will also be lots of poetic vibes and a great deal of strong adult themes that usually hold HEAVY CONTROVERSY. At times my writing can get crude and dark , I tend to hound in on the gruesome details because I want readers to feel every raw emotion , but don’t be alarmed you’ll always be forewarned. Within The World of Artist have the opportunity to find all types of experiences from different genres like Urban Fiction all the way to Sci-Fi , so it’ll be hard not to get immersed. I chose this series as my debut piece because of how much it means to me at a soul level , and it further exhibits the growth I’ve had since deciding to master the element of literature. It’s also in hindsight my first ever official screenwriting piece which makes me all the more excited as I am intimated. Please take your time trekking through the universe I’ve created , and know that when you’re here things normally are vague and obscure at a first glance; sometimes it may feel a bit riddling to latch onto—but I promise you all there is a method to my madman ways. I’m gonna finish off with saying a big thank you to GOD for invoking divine favor upon everything that I am , Nothing would exist to be if it weren’t for my Guide and I’m standing under that irrefutable truth. All praise goes to The Most High , forever and ever. Remember that everything you need or desire is already within you; Create the World that’s Yours. Until next time my little Jezebels , be the influence not the influenced. — Artist the Author

Copyrights © Artist the Author 2022

[i-mfuny]

You don’t want to kiss me ??

I walk out the dressing room clicking the marble floors with my new YSL heels he just bought me. I smelled good too so I was feeling myself when I walked towards his tall fine ass by the door.

“I hope you’re ready to take me out this dress by the end of the night.” I look at him up and down through my long lashes. Grabbing his wrist pulling him towards me. “I want to take this dress off right now, You looking edible Rosa” he backs us up into the kitchen counter already kissing up on my neck.

“I’m not an Apple pie you bout to just bus right open on this kitchen, you can’t always get dessert before dinner. Come give me a kiss so we can head out like civilized citizens.”

David sucks his teeth and dubs my kiss again, he grabbed me by the elbow spinning me around to smack my ass. and had the nerve to say “man lets just get the fuck up out of here.”

“You know what How can you want to fuck me right on this table and not kiss me ? I’m not one of your little hoes. Matter a fact I don’t want kiss you. I’m really over you fr.

“I grabbed her by the neck staring down at her pouty little face and those dimples, that fucking voice drives me and my dick crazy. I love it when she gets rowdy with me but who she think she talking to.

“Ma what you got on right now is wild and I see you and I know where’s my mental. I want to bend you over and see what color thong up under there. I want you to stand on ya knees right now baby the way your looking at me through them lashes. These otha niggas is gonna be on the same foul shit I’m trying to do you right now, with them titties poking thru that dress ma please don’t let me drop them niggas at the club. Let’s skip dinner and go straight to the cookie.”

“This is always a problem David I’m not bout to sit up here argue with you like what your saying got some sense, if I look like a bad bitch let them niggas want something that will never be on they level. I know who I am and if I’m feeling myself not you or anyone bout to check me.

last time that I checked I’ve been self made

Like the song said I ain’t playing no games with you nigga now move cuz that’s the song I’m a be listening to when you come downstairs and see me get my cute ass in the back of the Benz. Period.” I laughed and pushed him out my way, walking towards the garage with my matching YSL mini purse. He thinks I’m bout to stress him, I’ve been off the Henny so I’m not worried. I flipped my hair and looked back knowing he was gonna be staring at it. I giggle and think to my self this nigga thinks he runs shit he don’t run shit.

[thefallfanfic]

REMEMBER (a Dave East Story). - Chapter | Six. (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/wPaHo6wsmV They say every story has three parts: his side, her side, and the truth. The side of the story you hear depends on who you're willing to listen to. No matter who tells what happened, it'll only be a narrative according to how they remember it. Aryn Richardson wanted her business trip to be just that, business. She needed no reminders of the fast paced life of NYC that once consumed her. As her mother has always said, "No matter how much you revisit the past, there is nothing new to see." That was something her encounter with David Brewster Jr. would force her to remember. Funny how memories work...

[tidalwave-fiction]

Chapter Two-One:Losing My Balance

Chapter Inspiration Trey Songz Hatin Love

David Brewster I'd just gotten done with having a rough practice, and I was currently sitting in my coaches office waiting on him to chew my ass out. If I would have known that I would be this thrown off from breaking up with Zee, I wouldn't have done it. I never realized how much she helped me. Hearing his office door close and his feet shuffling over the floor, I huffed out a breath. "David what the hell is going on with you? How do you expect to have NBA teams looking at you, when your practicing bad, and having terrible games?" I ran a hand down my face, "honestly ever since I broke things off with Zeela, nothing has been going right." 

"What did you do?" I bit down on my bottom lip, coached loved Zeela, and it wasn't because of her high IQ in basketball. Her personality just draws you in if you're given a chance to get to know her, plus she stayed on my ass. "Coach I'm getting ready to enter in a new chapter of my life, I can't have nobody holding me back." He chuckled as he shook his head. "Now you know I don't do bullshit, you thought about all of the woman that would be throwing themselves at you, and you took the cowards way out." I opened my mouth to speak, but he raised his hand stopping me from further sticking my foot into my mouth. "I don't know how much damage you've done, but you better fix it, before I bench yo ass, dismissed." Without saying anything, I stood to my feet. There was no use in trying to plead my case once coach Smith demands something, those demands better be met. Shuffling out of his office, I proceeded to the showers, I was gonna take a quick one, and see if I could catch Zeela before she left off of campus. I wanted to let her know that even though I didn't want to be with her anymore, doesn't mean she has to stop supporting me, or continue to avoid me. I've let her throw her little tantrum long enough. "What did coach want?" My homie Camron asked. "Talk about me being off lately." "Nigga I told you to go kiss and make up with Zee, you was stupid as fuck for breaking up with her anyway." I waved him off, as I stripped, and shuffled into the shower. Cutting the water on, I immediately stood under it, I wasn't going to have time to take an ice bath, so this cold shower was just going to have to do for now. Closing my eyes I thought of ways to start off this conversation that I'm going to try and have with Zeela. This shit wasn't going to be easy, she's very prideful, and if she feels like you've trampled on that pride, hell will be given out. Washing my body off, I then cut the water, and wrapped a towel around me. Sauntering over to my locker, I pulled out my clothes, and prepared to get dressed. "What you about to get into?" Cam asked me. I simply shrugged my shoulders, deciding not to tell him my plans of talking to Zeela, I didn't need the extra commentary on what he thought I should do, or say. "Lets go hit up the diner then, a nigga starving." "Aight, i'll meet you there." I told once I was done dressing, he simply hummed as his response, as we both exit out of the locker room, and out of the gym. Once outside we dapped each other up, before going our separate ways. Checking the time on my phone, I seen I had about twenty minutes before she was out of her last class of the day. I sped walked across the campus, praying I made it on time. Seeing her little Honda Civic still parked in the student parking lot. I pushed my duffel bag further up on my shoulder, as I made my way over to her car. Placing my duffel at my feet, I propped myself upon the hood of her car, and patiently waited for her. My orbs bounced all over the campus, as I took to people watching. Hearing her soft laughter on the opposite side of where I was looking. My head rolled into that direction, a frown etched itself into my features as I noticed her and three other people headed over to her car. One being some dark skinned nigga. In all of the five years I've known her, Zeela didn't have any friends outside of myself and her sister. So who the fuck was this nigga? Sliding off of her car, I met her half way, grabbing her bag from her. "Waddup mama?" I spoke as I kissed her cheek. I watched as she looked perplexed before frowning. I wasn't worried about her making a scene, if it was one thing that Zee hated besides having attention on her, was having people in her business. She kept quiet, as did the other three people who were walking with her, reaching her car, she hit the lock button on the key fob, and I placed her bag in the back. "Um Zee we'll just meet you there?" One of the unknown girls stated.

"Okay Kelly, if I'm not there in fifteen minutes call me, I can't play around I need to pass this class." Zee replied to the chick whose name I now knew. "Girl we are not letting you fail this class, especially since this is your last semester with us." "Yeah what Kels said, besides got to make sure the both of you know the material so I can cheat right." The nigga stated, earning a chuckle from Kelly, and a girlish giggle from Zee. My frown was placed back onto my face. "Bye Ike." Zee told them after a short pause in their conversation. My patience was growing thin. Once they walked off, I took the time to look Zee over, my frown immediately turning into a smirk once I seen that she'd paired my basket ball pull over with my name and number on the back, with her wide legged light blue denim jeans. And if I had to bet any money on it I knew that my jersey was underneath. "How you still repping your man, but won't come to none of his games or practices." I teased. She rolled her eyes hard, "what do you want David?" she asked in a dry tone. Deciding to not beat around the bush, i just came out with it, "i been off my game literally, i need my number one fan, slash coach by my side." I don't know what I'd said that was funny but she was dying of laughter, I'm talking hunched over, tears rolling down her eyes. My thick eyebrows furrowed upon my head, as I waited on her to gain control of her laughter. "Whew you funny." She stated once she controlled it some what, she was still chuckling. "I'm serious Zee, coach said he's gonna bench me if I don't get it together, he asked me what was wrong, and I let him know that it was because I'd made the dumb decision of breaking up with you." I told her hoping to gain some cool points. "I'm glad you’re realizing that I helped you more than you thought I did, but as Kelly said this is my last semester her before I transfer, and I have to keep my grades up, I don't need the distractions that you and basketball will bring, my future is to important to me for that." She stepped around me with a shake of her head, and before I could stop myself, I'd reached out and grabbed on to her arm lightly. "C'mon mama just one game." I damn near begged, "don't, don't become that dude, that dude that begs." With that she slipped from my grasp, and entered into her car, her head still shaking as she once again began to chortle. I stood there stuck in my spot, the Zeela I'd just talked too wasn't the Zeela I've been knowing for the past five years. As I watched her car leave the parking lot, I couldn't help but want my Zeela back. Picking up my duffel bag, I slung it on to my shoulder, stuffing my hands into my pockets, I began walking to my apartment, going over the conversation that I'd just shared with the love of my life. Everything about her seemed different, and truthfully I wasn't liking any of it, not to mention the fact that she'd used my words against me. The way she talked to me, her body language screamed that she was really hating me. I never wanted her to hate me, because I never said that I didn't love her. Pulling my phone out of my pocket I called up Cam to let him know that I'd be there to meet him in a few, and also that I needed some damn advice, if I knew loving somebody was going to be this damn hard, I wouldn't have fallen, and she shouldn't have let me fall. "Damn!"

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[wontonsoupho]

THEN GOD

MADE THEM BLUE

© Artist the Author

PILOT | WHEN THE LEVEES BREAK

THERE’S DEATH on THE BRIDGE of MACABRE

WORD COUNT : 1 , 777 words

TRAUMA WARNING : This episode includes the following triggers; death , mild gore , heavy profanity , suicidal attempt/ideation & PTSD. With FULL DISCLOSURE , PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION AND RISK.

EPISODE THEMES : Life & Death

WE NEVER TRULY SEE IT COMING , yet it sings our names so profoundly as the bells ring their piercingly dreadful sound that echos amongst the tunnels of our hearing—Death. Much like the flowers at the peak of a wintertime filled with an ambiance of pure rigidity , swathed in an atmosphere so thick and coarse the oxygen feels like poisonous needles forcing themselves within the confines of your realm of respiration. It can also be resemblant to the quietus ivory specs of sorrow that blanket the face of the earth and kills her ever so softly with their freezing embrace , we too shall pass on and wither away in open air. In life , it is ultimately every beating heart's destiny to die. Being that as it may , when alas that moment arises from the ashes bathing in the essence of the phoenix it tastes as bitter as the element of a nasty surprise. Gently placed , when the Angel of Death himself Mr. Grim Reaper appears before us at the hour of our rapture , we in fact are unable to bear witness to his presence. We are however capable of partaking in learning what it truly means ceasing to exist in the physicality of it all. Shackled in trauma on a stormy October night , two unfortunate souls fell under this curse of carnal demise — and only God alone owned the anecdote to save this tandem's lives.

The sole commodity tangible to his murky oceans of vision with cavernous skies had been total and utter darkness. A cold , wet , and lingering tenebrosity that shared flavors with the iron profusely decorating his buccal cavity — tart and royally uncomfortable. Gripping the steering wheel with one blood gushing hand , the other shakily unlocked his cellular getting a slew of the crimson DNA all over its screen and by miracle or maybe even muscle memory dialed a very important phone number. Aside from the minimal luminescence provided by the headlights of his customized obsidian Lamborghini Aventador , the heavy downpour and winds produced a beatdown only a world champion could give further aided in the reason for his panic whilst his heavy foot applied pressure to the gas pedal that resided above the nearly flooded backroad.

He'd been scared shitless , even with veins bursting full of adrenaline he could still feel the stronghold of absolute fear's crippling touch. That , and an entire planet of detrimental cogitations crashed into the interstice of his most sacred cerebration whilst each painstaking moment set adrift a new memory everlasting — there lied no time to contemplate anything. His actual life and vitality depended on this feat. With the amount of chasmic wounds his ethereally created anatomy had been littered in , it was an utter phenomenon how he even managed to escape altogether analogously in one piece let alone drive.

“Hello?”A woman's raspy tone called out quite groggily from being awoken into the surround sound of the butterfly doored sports vehicle he possessed. “Nova it is three in the morning , shouldn't you be-”

“No time to explain Chitty listen to me , I'm losing a lot of blood! Please. Could you go by Mama So's 'n make sure Nani is safe and sound at her grandma's for me? Matter fact just go get her , I don't wanna chance it. Yamileth went ballistic on me and I need to be assured she doesn't try to harm another soul tonight. I dead can't believe this shit-”

“Wait , wait , wait , WHAT?! Why are you blee-how did this-none of this shit is adding up Nova , what the fuck are you talking about?! What do you mean Yami went loca , and what does my niece have to do with it-what about the storm-”

“Leoni! I might fuckin' die tonight , please! I know Yamileth is your sister. Right now the only thing that is important is Yaniis , so I'm gonna need you to pull your shit together and go get my fucking daughter like yesterday!”

“Nova. You’re not-”

“GO!”

“But-”

The annoying loud triplet chirp of Nova's phone dying cut Leoni off short in her stride , she who just so happened to be the sister of his daughter's mother in which he'd been making great efforts to save whilst medias res his own rescue mission.

“FUCK!”

That was the only cogitation singing like a blackbird during its fecund season off the chambers of his comprehension. Because what a fucking tragedy to become of it at the end of the song. Even for the other deplorable anima who's existence figure eighted on the skinniest layers of ice that very moment , tortuously unaware when and if she'd awake to lay sight upon another sun. As she too partook in a hot pursuit of her divinely favored place in this world that dreadful night , her cerebrum was plagued with a stampede of overwhelming rumination and her feet bled gravel mixed with fine shards of glass. Naming her weak would be a sadly mistaken understatement , she'd grown far into the thick of enervation with promises of a complete burn out. Every minuscule iota she blinked in hopes that the all consuming black onyx surrounding her wouldn't crystallize and swallow her whole , every mere second the rain dove from the heavens to kiss the physiognomy of her mother earth giving life to the grounds we tread upon , the not so lucky damsel of the night ran as far as her legs would stretch out and carry her.

As the high speed winds picked up their haste , her developed yet petite frame shifted slightly on the concrete asphalt underneath her bare feet. She wanted to look behind her , in fact she yearned for it but knew that in the end it was most prudent to keep focus ahead the best that she could to have a better chance of survival. Everything felt as if a blur and it grew difficult to properly navigate to her destination at her own volition , her limbs appeared to be on autopilot as they sprinted towards a place unknown to her psyche. Fight or flight instinct fading slowly from each of the exhausted membranes of her encephalon , the strong sprint she began with was starting to ware off — as well for her grip on sanity and reality. She'd been running for so long that she lost track of her place within space and time. Running for her life , this particular familiar face is a far fetch from the imagination of her departure within her mind.

     With the storm surging like an overloaded electrical system it was a mystery how she'd reached it but there she was , just a few feet shy from The Bridge of Macabre. By then , the waters that swayed under the spine of the overpass sloshed and smacked the viaduct head on , and slowly the woman's soaked anatomy found itself standing at the edge teetering between land and water. There were only two options she had presented to her — kill or be killed or otherwise risk an existence of forever looking over her shoulder just to prolong the inevitable. Four years junior her fourth decade under the sun , how much longer could she keep this up before she got sloppy from weariness or tired from having to live such a risky lifestyle? It all seemed very clear to her what course of action to take , and as the waves crashed up and downstream Macabre River only one thought sailed her Seas of Cogitation.

Death will always come before dishonor.

     Blinding headlights inched in from her peripheral eventually stinging her retinas full on , proving it difficult for her to decipher whether they were real or not due to her growing further and further into delirium. On approach , the very familiar foreign coupe rolled its passenger five percent tinted window down where a face just the same came into view. Gaging the stick shift into park , the driver of the car began to speak up to her.

“Xolani  , what are you doin' out hea' it's a storm!”

     Looking up to the sky , Xolani felt the heavy precipitation and zephyr sweep over her , a sudden calm chilling every pore until she broke out in goosebumps. Pivoting at one eighty , she glared at he who'd spoken to her with hazy vision not really knowing exactly what to say. Because , what was there to say? The trauma between these two ran deeper than bleeding ink traveling throughout threads of cotton fabric.

“Why do you care Xodus? You never cared-”

“I always fuckin' cared fuck you talkin' 'bout?”

“No you didn't! You drove me away and then they took me , only God can save me now.”

“What's that's supposed to mean Goapel-the fuck you got goin' on right now?” Xodus questioned whilst coughing up blood.  “Fuck-”

“Elijah-”

“C'mon Lani , get in. I'm on the way to the hospital 'n as you can see we don't have time to spare.”

     She hadn't noticed it then but , Xodus had been painted with deep stab wounds , and profusely leaking his life essence all over his fresh white tee and gray sweatpants. That was just the reassurance she needed to know this experience was actually happening and was not just some influenced hallucination from the high of her brush with death. Swiftly as remotely possible , Goapele joined Xodus in his Lamborghini Aventador slamming the butterfly door shut. She took a few moments to examine the situation and come to an understanding on the condition he was in.

“Xodus Elijah , what have you gotten yourself into now boy? We need to switch seats , you're losing entirely too much blood.” Xolani chastised him before deciding to help. She did her best to pull his near three hundred pound stature from driver to passenger , but he'd been of no assistance as his breathing began to mirror the tempo of the percussionist beating his heart. “How did you get yourself into this predicament?”

That was the last question Xolani ever got to ask in her life. A second later , the levees holding the overflow of Macabre River — which allotted for a third of the city's land — broke just east up the bank. A tsunami like mass flood hit the streams and surrounding lands sinking them under. One moment both souls were in route to salvation upon Death's Bridge , the next the two were swallowed by the currents of the rapture. Their lungs filled with the very resource needed to sustain their lives , and true euphoria was bestowed upon all six of their senses engulfing them in utopia. Below the waves of Macabre Bridge sank the bodies of Goapele Scott and Xodus Casanova , then God made them BLUE.

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Hello my favorite little heauxs , I hope you’re all well today! I wrote this episode a month or so ago and released it on Wattpad on 02/01/2023 , so I’m premiering it here on the fifteenth and I want keep a similar odd week pattern in mind for the schedule. I know there isn’t much intel and it may be a bit vague and or cryptic but trust me when I say that every event will fold together like an envelope as my baby girl develops. Feel free to comment your thoughts , concerns , and opinions below , and remember that if you like her to repost her cause she’s a bad bitch 😉. P. S. IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST CLICK THE HYPERLINK ABOVE HERE. Thank you so much for joining me and my friends in the Artiverse , we hope to see you again.

… DID YOU HEAR WHAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK ON THEN GOD MADE THEM BLUE ?

EPISODE 1 | SEEING GHOSTS (PREMIERE — 04/21/2023)

[i-mfuny]

[thefallfanfic]

REMEMBER (a Dave East Story). (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/PGwBYX7NtO "Do you remember, do you remember you? Do you remember, do you remember who you were? Do you remember who you were? Do you remember, do you remember who? Do you remember, do you remember who you were to me? 'Cause I do" -Jhene Aiko 

Aryn Richardson wanted her business trip to be just that, business. She needed no reminders of the fast paced life of NYC that once consumed her. As her mother has always said, "No matter how much you revisit the past, there is nothing new to see." That was something her encounter with David Brewster Jr. would force her to remember..

[cedesface]

new chris brown fanfic.

https://my.w.tt/MTf0Nf53HN <—— read and leave comments, suggestions, and predictions please! ❤️❤️ #webringingfanficsBACK