Once upon a time, in the heart of an up in coming city, there existed an unlikely pair: Keith and Shante. They were like two matching puzzle pieces, they were the perfect match for each other. Their friendship was a hurricane of chaos, fueled by late-night escapades, wild parties, and whispered secrets.
Keith with his I-don’t-care attitude, was notorious for his roving eye. He had a reputation at that time for juggling multiple relationships simultaneously—women. His charisma drew women in, but his commitment issues pushed them away. Friends warned Shante about him, shaking their heads and saying, "He's no good, Lena. He'll break your heart."
And then there was Shante, a tempest herself. She thrived on drama, her life a series of broken relationships. Her fiery spirit clashed with Keith’s laid-back demeanor. They fought like cats and dogs, yet somehow, they couldn't stay away from each other. Their friendship was a whirlwind of passion and pain.
One fateful evening, as rain tapped against the windows Shante found herself sitting across from Keith at his father’s house in his old bedroom with the lights dimly lit. The air conditioner blowing softly. She sipped her favorite drink that was in her cup, looking like she’s studying him. "Why do we keep doing this?" she asked, her voice weary. "We're like magnets, drawn together even when we know it's destructive."
Keith leaned back, his eyes tracing the raindrops. "Maybe it's because we're both broken," he said softly. "We recognize our flaws in each other. It's twisted, but it feels right."
And, they went against all odds, they crossed the invisible line from friendship to something more. As they laughed at the past misfortune, Lena realized that maybe—just maybe—there was something beautiful in their chaos.
Their relationship was a roller coaster, hurtling through highs and plummeting into lows. Friends raised their eyebrows, whispering, "I told you so." But Shante clung to Keith, even when he disappeared for days, leaving her wondering if he'd was with another woman.
Then came the downfall. A heated argument over nothing—a triviality that exploded into pure chaos., Shante fueled by hurt and anger, stormed out of her grandmother house with a hammer. In build up rage, she’s run across the street Keith is standing in the driveway and he tries to wrestle the hammer out of Shante hand but he stops and that’s when she smashes Keith car tail lights, leaving broken pieces of glass scattered on the pavement.
When Keith see what she did, he walks over to Shante and raises his hand like he is about to hit her and she just falls down like she’s been hit. She stood up with tears running down her face. "We're toxic," she yelled out. "We destroy each other."
He didn't argue. Instead, he helped her up, she walked back cross the street. "Maybe," he whispered, "but I'd rather be broken without you than to be with you."
But for now, Keith was gone, and Shante erased the memory of his touch, both waiting for to be reunited with each other, and their chaotic love would ignite once more.