“How the fuck am I supposed to go on without her?” His voice cracked, and I looked over at him. This wasn’t my ex-boyfriend who had broken my heart, this was Antwan. The boy who always came onto my block and wanted to show off how good he was when it came to playing ball. The same Antwan who would see my mother carrying groceries and take them from her. Ms. Benita had attended my fifth-grade graduation because my mother had to work and couldn’t take off.
before anything they were friends first
