When Iman Tells Shayla Why They Won’t Make It in the Future
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The house was quiet — too quiet.
Iman stood near the door, jacket on, shoes tied, keys already in his hand. Not because he was leaving yet… but because experience had taught him one thing:
Before you say the truth to Shayla, make sure you’re already halfway gone.
Shayla sat on the couch, legs crossed, fake calm pasted perfectly on her face. She was smiling — not because she understood him, but because she had already decided the ending in her head.
Shayla: “So… you came back home last night. That means we good.”
Iman swallowed hard.
Iman: “Shayla… listen. I’m trying to explain something to you.”
She nodded aggressively. Not listening — just waiting.
Shayla: “I hear you, baby.”
(No. You don’t.)
Iman took a breath.
Iman: “We not gonna work in the future.”
Silence.
Then Shayla smiled wider.
Shayla: “Right. Because God told us to slow down.”
Iman blinked.
Iman: “What?”
Shayla: “God told me everything gonna be fine once you stop fighting it.”
Iman rubbed his face.
This woman is living in Delu-Luv-Ville.
Iman: “Shayla… I’m saying I don’t want this. I don’t want us.”
She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.
Shayla: “Mmm. You so silly when you stressed.”
Outside, a car door slammed.
Two security guards stepped into view through the window.
Security: “Stand back, ma’am.”
Iman glanced at them like they were his last hope.
Why do I need SECURITY to break up?
Shayla stood up fast.
Shayla: “Why they here?”
Iman: “Because you not hearing me.”
She laughed.
Shayla: “Oh I hear you. You just confused.”
She smoothed her skirt, adjusted her jacket — the same outfit that somehow always worked.
Leather jacket… skirt… Yeah. He cooked.
Iman stepped back toward the door.
Iman: “Shayla… I’m seeing somebody else.”
For the first time — her smile twitched.
Shayla: “Who?”
He hesitated.
Iman: “Delicia.”
The room shifted.
Shayla laughed — loud.
Shayla: “That girl still waiting in your elevator?”
Iman didn’t answer.
Her laugh faded.
Shayla: “You lying.”
Iman: “I’m not.”
She stepped closer.
Shayla: “You love me though.”
He hesitated — just a second too long.
Iman: “…I care about you.”
Shayla grabbed his face.
Shayla: “Say it back.”
The security guards shifted.
Security: “Sir…”
Iman pulled away.
Iman: “This is exactly why it won’t work.”
Her eyes darkened.
Shayla: “So you scared of me now?”
Bro six feet tall… fighting for his LIFE.
Iman opened the door.
Iman: “I’m leaving.”
She smiled slowly.
Shayla: “You always come back.”
He paused.
That pause said everything.
Actions speak louder than words.
Iman stepped out.
The door closed.
Inside, Shayla sat back down, already planning her next move.
This wasn’t a breakup.
This was the beginning of Fatal Attraction.
FINAL WORD
He tried to explain.
She tried to control.
And somewhere between delusion and fear, love turned into obsession.
The truth won’t wake her up.
Only betrayal will.
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