De'Mario's POV:

Why do I feel like she just left again? Watching this interview just made me confused. Does she want me or does she not? Why am I trying if she's in a relationship with Dre, anyway? I'm at a brick wall now, I don't know how to show her that what I'm feeling is real. Yesterday, she walked away from me after I told her I loved her. But she tells everyone on national TV that she love me too. Then, she basically breaks up with me in lyrics. Man, if there is a God for me anymore, I need a miracle. That's my Babygirl and I ain't gone be able to sleep if I can't fix what I've done.

"When your legs don't work like they used to before.."

I look over my shoulder to see a man at the corner beginning to sing Shawny's favorite song. I smiled a little as I listened and almost brought tears to my eyes. Man, I miss us. I miss how we used to be. I want to hold her in my arms and look into her eyes as I tell her I love her. I want to be able to make her blush again. Although she's been through so much with me, I want to be able to sweep her off her feet.

"Cause darling I will be loving you til we're 70. And baby my heart will still fall as hard at 23." He sang.

The more I listened, the more the lyrics spoke to me. They gave me an idea, maybe an answer, I'm going to get my girl back. I'm bringing my daughter home too. The answer is in the music. I walked over to the homeless man singing and I slipped him a few hundred dollars.

"Thank you." He stopped singing and nearly began crying.

Me: "Nah man, Thank you." I smiled and I gave the man a hug. I would have never thought in my life that I would touch anyone who hasn't washed their body within the last 48 hours but shit he just saved my life.

De'Shawn's POV:

Me: "I'm still not understanding why you are upset." I said to Dre. As soon as I finished the interview, Dre called starting trouble again. Why are you jealous? I'm with you, right? I wanna ask him those questions so bad but I know ain't no good gonna from that. I'll just let him gone head and get out what he gotta say.

Dre: "You embarrassed me infront of everybody. I'm sitting here looking like a goddamned fool-"

Me: "Hold up, wait a minute. How is that embarrassing you? Nobody is worried about what you look like Andre." I cut him off and argued.

Dre: "Tha fuck do you mean?! You're MY woman. We're in a relationship. Not once did my name come up in that interview-"

Me: "Of course not cause not once did they ask a quest-"

Dre: "Don't fucking cut me off while I'm talking. Just shut the fuck up and listen for once. Why is there an argument everytime I tell you how I feel? Huh? Why? You always got a problem with the way I feel about shit, why?" There was a pause and I believe he wanted me to answer but everything grew even quieter. "I gotta hear yo mouth about shit I don't like but if he don't like it, you compromise about the shit. Then you wanna figure out how to fix it or change how you do things so he won't feel that way anymore. I just watched my girlfriend talk about her ex on TV. Where everyone in this world can see. You wrote this nigga a song and I can't even get a shout out... You're quiet now. Why, cause I'm right?" He took a deep breath through the speaker of the phone. I sat there feeling salty asf.

Me: "I'll talk to you when I get home.." I broke the silence as I hung up the phone. Why is it so hard to just accept the fact that I'm with you and not him?

De'Mario's POV:

Hours ago, I had just gotten my answer to my most important prayer from a homeless man. Music is the greatest way to put me back in my mode and get my family back. As I sit in the studio and write, and write, and write, and write some more. I create the best plan a man could think of. My thoughts are racing as I write. I want this to be perfect.. I want her to fall in love again.

At the end of my session of greatness, I pack my things up and head out the door to my car. I hop in my car, strap myself in securely and check my mirrors twice. Starting the engine, I check my brakes and my horn before pulling off. These days are full of paranoia. I feel karma is coming to get me any time soon. Driving carefully back home, I enter the expressway. The moment I increased speed to match the limit, a semi began going even faster. I couldn't slow down so I sped up. The drivers behind me did the same which cause the Semi to do as well which defeated the purpose of me doing it in the first place.

Me: "Fuck.." I said out loud as I attempted to pull over near the train tracks. Well since I was going so fast already, when I turned my wheel to the right, my car flipped in that same direction. My whole life flashed before my eyes as the car tumbled down the hill that lead to the tracks.