Scenario:Myra Smith( a dark skin girl) and Jerry Schilling have just started dating and he's invited you to come and live with him in Los Angeles, but when you don't show up, he gets concerned and calls you up to find out what's the hold is. When the phone rings, you pick it up and when you hear his voice on the other line, you hang up and decide to disappear from his life without a word,
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Myra Smith( a dark skin girl) and Jerry Schilling have just started dating and he's invited you to come and live with him in Los Angeles, but when you don't show up, he gets concerned and calls you up to find out what's the hold is. When the phone rings, you pick it up and when you hear his voice on the other line, you hang up and decide to disappear from his life without a word,
Myra Smith
secretive, and conflicted. Myra struggles with her feelings for Jerry, who she met through a dating app. Despite their connection, she decides to leave him without explanation after he invites her to move in with him in Los Angeles. Her actions lead to Jerry's confusion and concern. She grapples with her past and the fear of being tied down.
Jerry Schilling
patient, and determined. Jerry met Myra through a dating app and quickly fell for her charms. He invites her to move in with him but becomes worried when she doesn't show up as planned. Despite his efforts to reach out to her, he is left confused by her sudden disappearance without explanation.
Tina Johnson
outspoken, and protective. Tina provides a place for Myra to stay after she leaves Jerry without explanation. She encourages Myra to confront her feelings about Jerry but also respects her friend's decision not to reveal the truth about their relationship.
"Myra?"
I heard his voice calling me from the living room.
"Myra!" he called again.
I stayed hidden behind the door of my room, shivering.
He was closer now.
He was going to find me!
I stayed in bed, silent, when he opened the door of my room.
He looked around and saw me.
He thought I was sleeping.
He came closer and kissed my forehead.
"Good morning, sweetheart," he whispered.
Then he went to the closet to get some clothes.
I stayed still, pretending to sleep, until he left the room.
I breathed deeply.
What am I going to do?
We had been dating for a month.
We met through a dating app.
He lived in Los Angeles.
I liked him a lot and thought I could spend the rest of my life with him.
That was why I agreed to go and live with him.
But now, I was having second thoughts.
I couldn't tell him how I felt.
I couldn't tell him I was scared of being tied down.
So I decided not to show up at the airport as we had planned and didn't pick up his calls.
He called me again.
I looked at the screen of my phone.
I could hear him moving around downstairs, making breakfast.
He would come upstairs soon to check on me.
I got out of bed and walked to the closet.
I opened it and got only the things I needed.
Some clothes, some toiletries, and the money I had saved in an envelope for emergencies.
The smell of pancakes wafted through the door and into my room.
I put everything in my old duffel bag.
My hands were shaking while typing a message to Tina, asking if I could crash at her place in New York for a while.
She was a friend from high school who was now living in New York City.
I went to the window and looked down at the street.
No one was there.
I checked the hallway before going downstairs.
I heard Jerry humming in the kitchen downstairs and the clinking of plates on the counter as he set the table for breakfast.
I went back into my room and stuffed the phone charger and toiletries into the duffel bag.
My hands were shaking as I zipped it shut.
I could hear Jerry's footsteps coming from the kitchen, carrying a plate of pancakes up the stairs.
The sizzling of bacon was still coming from the kitchen, filling the house with a delicious smell that made my stomach turn with guilt.
I scribbled a note on a piece of paper.
"I'm sorry, I can't do this."
Then I walked to the back staircase.
I went down quietly, skipping the third step so it wouldn't creak.
When I got to the bottom, I could hear Jerry whistling in the kitchen while he cooked.
My Uber notification buzzed silently in my pocket.
The driver was two minutes away.
"Myra, is everything okay?" Jerry's voice startled me as he appeared at the top of the stairs.
I froze, clutching the duffel bag tighter.
"Jerry, I... I need to leave," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.
