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she buying you the cologne that her ex used to wear and telling you “it smells good on you”.

Low-key she wants him back cus she was the one that fucked up

she turning you into him.. she told you that you should grow your hair out.. now yall got the same cut you tell your mom she’s making you better.

You call her “princess” and “baby girl” because she told you she liked those pet names, but that’s what he called her while they fucked, she gets butterflies at the memories

she signed you up for the gym.. you ain’t even know you was that skinny.. she says you’re not skinny she just wants you “healthier”..you thinking about it at work while you take a bite of the cantaloupe she packed your lunch with.

Ya both chilling on the couch, in the evening, watching one of her favorite films she used to watch with him, her phones vibrates, it’s a text from a contact “I’m sorry 😔🤕”, it says “I thought of you today” ya both see it. You noticed she smirks a little but then throws her phone on the couch like she doesn’t care. Every 10 secs she looks at her phone, she says she needs to use the bathroom. Before she leaves she grabs her phone

you don’t think nothing of it because that’s your baby.. and you trust her..you go to thanksgiving with her family this year.. her uncle keep calling you Marcus.. you try not to let it get to you so you go play with the kids..her cousins telling you that you were more fun last time… that’s the first time y'all ever met tho.

That lowkey gets to you, almost shed a tear so you go outside to the porch for some air. Her father is outside on the chair, you sit next to him. He starts telling you about Marcus. Says how his daughter never been happier than when she was with him, she never loved somebody so much…. He points to a house in the distance, says “he lives there, by himself, his parents died and left him the house” the lights are on, you didn’t know he lived down the block, it’s a big thanks giving party, you haven’t seen your “princess” in 20 minutes. It’s not that big of a house

you go in to grab your jacket so you can check it out… her aunt comes in as you walk out and says “Marcus you don’t look so good.. you haven’t been eating?” ya nose start running.

You don’t reply, you keep walking to the house you get close hear some whispers, the lights turn off. Then you hear the back entrance slam you see a dark figure, about as tall as your “baby girl” run you can’t catch the person’s face though, it’s dark. You try to follow but can’t catch them. It was rainy that day. You go back to the house, find your girl. She’s breathing heavy, asks you where you been. You noticed she changed her shoes. You pull her to the room, say ya need to talk. Ya sit down in the bed. You notice the shoes she was wearing in the corner, they have mud on them.

your heart beating hella fast.. just as yall sit down you hear an eruption of joy from the kids “THE REAL MARCUS!” you stressed..ya ligaments get weak.. you manage to walk out the room so you can see him..he look like the updated version of you..he DirecTV.. you’re basic cable.. you throw up the food her mom put on your plate.. you don’t care that much tho because she said she made it “just like last time”.

Her mother throws you a thin ass napkin to clean it and goes back to talking to Marcus. nobody is paying attention to you now not even your girl. the napkin is not thick enough you get your hands dirty. You go to the bathroom to clean up, it’s upstairs. Your knees still feel weak you almost fall you sit down in the toilet you crying at this point your nose starts running again. You pull out a picture of her out your wallet, you try to look at it but the tears don’t let you. Your girl knocks on the door you hear some giggling. You open and it’s your girl and Marcus right behind her, she looks surprised it’s you. She then tells you she was just showing him the way to the bathroom. Marcus has slept over a few times, he knows exactly where the bathroom was.

you get mad now.. he’s disrespecting you.. you get up and get ready to swing on him.. right before you do you smell his cologne.. tears start pouring down your face you just wanna lay down now.. you try to leave.. she grabs you like “wait”.. he says “princess just let him be”… you think to yourself. “..princess?”

That’s the last straw. That was unnecessary you turn around and swings at his face but Marcus boxed for 8 years. His reflexes don’t play, he ducks, and jabs you in the stomach one time. That’s all that was needed you drop, your princess…. Well, his princess by now, yells at the moment of impact. You on the floor you can’t breathe you thinking about the time spent at the gym did not help, you think of going tomorrow to cancel your membership. Everyone is upstairs by now asking what happened. Marcus just says that he should leave. Your girl tells him that she’ll walk him to the door, she walks all the way home with him. You laying down on her bed for a little bit. You fall asleep. Wake up 10 minutes later, your girl not back. It’s 11:54pm by now. Everyone almost left. You the only person that don’t belong there.

you go to the bathroom to watch yourself cry.. you talking to yourself now..“i thought i was the prince” you shake your head “im just a damn jester” you get your things ready to go.. you got manners so you tell everyone bye… her uncle in a wheelchair says “come back soon Marcus”.. you kick his wheelchair.

3 years later you got a promotion at work you making ok money now enough to move out your mom’s house. You go home and get on Facebook to post about your accomplishment. You still friends with her sister. She posts how her sister is getting married, you comment on her post" tell her i said congratulations" her sister replies “?” You embarrassed. Delete ya comment. You scoop around. It’s with Marcus. You feel ya stomach in ya throat. You pull out a box from under ya bed. Take out the cologne she gave you. You know why now. You spray it on you, sobbing. You sigh “I could’ve been your Marcus”.

you end up living a lonely life.. happiness always seems like it’s around the corner.. but you can never reach it.. you get a dog.. she runs away.. you went and got a goldfish..“goldfish can’t leave me” you think.. you came home one day and your goldfish drowned.. you didn’t even know that shit was possible.. you sad forever.. moral of the story is: don’t let women pick your cologne.

The end

Why y'all do this fictional character like that?

Nigga. I read this whole thing, first off beautifully told. Secondly, never let her pick your cologne major key. Glad pops told me that one, third of all..be wary when a woman comes at you with a lot of changes. Some women like upgrading and some like repeating ya dig?