Black President Season 2 Collection
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“Since you’re here,” I envisioned her saying while on the bed. “Come here. I have something I need to show you. I need to tell you something too.”
I went into the room and sat on the bed. All I could think about was the multiple times she’d told me she loved me. Me, yet I was so broken and was afraid to hear it. Had lost my father, my son, my wife, my mother and also Michelle. Maybe this was payback for all the fucked up things I’d done, but there was still a lot of good in me too. I just had to find a way to be better, and after this, I would never be the same. Even I wasn’t sure what that meant for the future—for now, I felt like one dead president. I lay back on Michelle’s bed, grabbed her pillow, inhaled her scent and cried my motherfucking heart out. This was the side of presidents that not too many people witnessed. It was so rough sometimes, and no matter what we endured, we had to quickly bounce back and carry on with the people’s business. Tough to do, but make no mistake about it, it had to be done.