I've been smoked out of heaven
I won't go down easy
“C’mon, Zeph,” I reply with a strong eye roll as I stand to get more whiskey. Even with sippin’, it’s gone down quicker than I meant it to. “You act like you ain’t Torchline’s cool uncle. Crotchety, yeah, an’ forever mournin’ Ella, but your kiiiiinda a catch.” Gotta emphasize the kinda part, cause this ain’t supposed to be somethin’ that goes to his head - just one friend tryin’ t’show the other they’re a-ok. I pause to think as I pour myself more, then turn around and lean against the counter for a moment. “What do you think El would’a wanted for ya? T’be alone?” This look is entirely different, wanting ‘im to really think about what I’m asking. “That’s not the kinda love she ‘ad for ya. An’... is that what you woud’a wanted for her if it were t'other way ‘round?”
Ahhhh, lookit me, askin’ the hard questions. I know what she’d tell me if I were in Zeph’s shoes, it’s just a matter’a guidin the old pain in the ass to the light. I cross my arms over my chest, refilled drink forgotten for a moment.
may not be brave, but I'm stubborn as hell
RAZA
