Epilogue
Four months later….
Block laid on the bed where Symphony was curled up on her side looking through her phone. He stared at Symphony’s face until she lowered the phone. “I know you’re sad, but starving won’t help how you feel. Let’s go eat. Please.”
Block had made reservations for dinner. When he told her a week ago, she was with it, but Symphony woke up that day with a heavy heart.
It was her sister, Monique’s birthday, and it was a bittersweet moment for her.
Symphony missed her sister terribly. It had been weeks since she’d cried but that morning, she bawled until her head hurt.
Life was funny like that. Grief was funny like that.
You could be doing so good then boom. Tears and heartache.
Getting dressed and going out to eat was the last thing on Symphony’s mind, but Block was trying. She didn’t want to disappoint him.
“Okay, okay,” she sighed before sitting up.
Symphony took a quick shower then put on a black dress that was tight but classy. Mascara and lip gloss was the most that she was going to do. Symphony wasn’t in the mood for makeup.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Block walked into the bedroom dressed in black slacks and a black button down.
Symphony knew she was sad because her lady parts didn’t react to his presence the way it usually did.
She knew her grief would pass but for the moment, she didn’t feel good, and Block could sense it.
Walking over to her, he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight.
His cologne engulfed her. Symphony closed her eyes and relished in her man’s touch.
Finally, he pulled back and placed a kiss on her forehead.
In the car, once he was on the highway, Block grabbed her hand and held it as he drove.
Symphony was grateful for the support system that she had.
She couldn’t imagine trying to get through losing her sister on her own.
Her mother had stopped gambling, and they were closer than ever.
Mason was behaving, and life was good. Still, there were days where grief grabbed a hold of her and refused to let go.
Symphony could be insanely happy one minute and crying her eyes out the next.
“Remember, we’re keeping Lyric tomorrow, so Khrome and Lethal can have a date night. If you’re not up to it, I got her.”
“This will be the first time Khrome is letting her out of her sight, and Lyric has been home for almost three months. I’m not missing out on this one.”
Khrome had moved into a two-bedroom condo in the same building as Tech.
Lethal respected her space and gave her at least two nights a week alone but if she wasn’t at his house with Lyric, then she was sleeping over with him.
Sometimes, he took Lyric home with him, and Khrome would stay at the condo alone.
She liked her space and living on her own, but she liked her family dynamic better.
Living on her own was an experience, and she loved the fact that Lethal respected her wishes and let her pay all of her bills alone.
Khrome had proven to herself that she could do it.
The money she made from her business as Lethal, Tech, and now Brazil’s brand managers paid her bills and left her with plenty to do what she wanted.
She was independent in every sense of the word, and she loved that for her.
But when her lease was up, Khrome knew without a shadow of a doubt that she would move in with her man.
At the restaurant, Block pulled up to the valet stand, and the attendant opened her door before walking around and opening Block’s.
She felt better already, and Symphony concluded that maybe she had just needed to get out of the house.
Inside the restaurant, she would take a shot for her sister and then order a lemon drop.
At home, her man could sex her to sleep and prayerfully, the next day would be a better one.
Averi texted Symphony and asked her how she was doing.
As they followed the hostess to their seats, Symphony texted her back.
By the time she sent the message, the hostess had stopped walking and so had Block.
Symphony looked up and her jaw dropped. A dimly lit back room had been reserved at the restaurant and in the room were her mother, Mason, her best friend, Capricorn.
A few more of her family members were present as was Block’s family.
There had to be at least thirty people there.
Averi’s text message had to be to throw her off because she was there front and center with Blak.
In the back of the room, was a huge heart made entirely out of roses.
In front of the arc was a heap of roses piled on the floor.
Grabbing her hand, Block walked them over to the arc and got on one knee on the pile of roses.
Symphony swore her heart stopped beating when he pulled a ring box from his pocket. “You think you could find it in your heart to marry a knucklehead like me?”
“Of course,” Symphony laughed through her tears.
Everyone cheered while Block slid the most gorgeous two carat diamond ring on her finger.
He stood, and they kissed. Symphony thought she was home free from being emotional until Block got behind her, placed his arms around her and directed her toward the table where her mother and Mason were seated.
In front of an empty chair, was Monique’s picture inside a frame that said: You know I’d be here today if heaven wasn’t so far away.
Of course, as she cried so did her mother and Mason. Life was full of ups and downs, and that was just how it would always be but as long as the good outweighed the bad, then there was a life worth living.
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