So This is Love by Brookelyn Mosley

Author:Brookelyn Mosley [Mosley, Brookelyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: 85 Media LLC
Published: 2022-04-28T04:00:00+00:00

The moment I pushed through the turnstile doors of the warehouse building where FTC's office was, I walked as far away from the building's exit, taking quick steps around the nearest corner, ending up in an alleyway where a restaurant accepted its produce deliveries. Without another moment of thought, I bent over and threw up that morning's breakfast in a nearby trashcan.

The tears came next.

I'd been dreading this interview since the start of the year. While everyone was celebrating and making plans and goals for 2018, I wanted to avoid all the new the year would bring because I knew I'd hate it. I wasn't ready for any of it.

I hated my new job, and I hadn't even started it yet.

I walked away from the trashcan and toward one of the city metal chairs opposite the bus stop and plopped myself down into a seat.

For anyone else, a position at For The Culture would be something to celebrate and tell everyone about. Corey Barnes, one of the wealthiest black men in New York and Amir Jones, R&B's hottest act, both owned the publication. Who didn't want a job there? Bailey told me the staff writer's role was pretty much mine after graduation. All I had to do was get my degree and dial her up and I could sit for my new employee orientation by July.

The thought alone caused another wave of nausea to run through me. I leaned forward in my seat, balancing my elbows on my lap and my face in my hands, waiting for the feeling to subside.

But it just wouldn't go away.

I shoved my hand into my crossbody, pushing around my bag's contents in search of my phone. And when I found it, I unlocked the screen, tapped into my phone app and paused my thumb over Brooke's name. We spoke last before I stepped through the turnstile doors for the interview.

She filled me with so much optimism, like Brooke knew how to do. She did a great job with convincing me I'd nail this interview, which I did, but I didn't need any of her inspirational quotes or effervescent thoughts about the matter. I just needed someone to listen to me panic, as stupid as that sounded. For a moment, only a moment. I needed to go through the feeling and not around it. I scrolled through my recent call log and saw Dallas's name.

We hadn't spoken since last week and prior to that, just after Christmas. Before our talk at his apartment following the Thanksgiving holiday, we'd speak at least every other day. We often saw each other at practice, but the winter school break drew us further apart.

I twisted my lips to one side and bit at the skin on my lower lip. I took a breath of the winter air and clicked his name, then his number, on the next screen.

The phone trilled twice before he answered with, "What's up, Ayanna?"

It was still early in the day and I knew he didn't have any classes to attend.

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