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' FRI , JULY 8TH 1996. '
tupac and sanai's residence ⸻ 
calabasas , california


     TUPAC STEPS INTO THE MASTER BATHROOM , where Kidada stands before the mirror leaning against the counter applying her lipstick on with careful precision, spraying and combing her hair as she prepares to head out for a Tommy Hilfiger promotion event later on that evening. 

He leans against the wall arms folded as he just watches her for a moment, noticing how engrossed she is in making sure she's perfect for the event she's attending later, she notices him through the reflection of the mirror but doesn't say or express anything, not even a smile or a glance, she just finds comfort in his presence.
Things between Kidada and him haven't been anything easy, constant arguments, misunderstandings, jealously and frustrations let out on one another. The relationship has grown to become something toxic a fiery mess that eventually would lead towards both of them getting burnt.
If it wasn't for Sanai Tupac would've stayed with Kidada regardless, but he couldn't. Not after the advice that Sanai had given him, to let go of what he thinks he has with him and Kidada and to instead focus on what he had and what's growing between him and Sanai.
"Tupac." I start with a smile of disbelief. "As much as I don't really like Kidada at all . . If you're gonna make things work again with me you can't be with her anymore, you've got to end things between the two of you and I'm being serious." . . . 
"Pac it isn't something to figure out . . it's something as clear as day, I ended my relationship because I wanted to take us serious." I insist, frustration creeping into my voice. "You've gotta be clear."
Kidada places the lid on her lipstick with a click practically throwing it into her makeup bag and turning her head to meet Tupac's gaze, "Good Morning," She simply says stepping past him into the bedroom as she searches for her clothes that she'd set out the night before, "You're never up this early . . are you heading to the studio or something?"
Tupac turns his head still leaning against the doorframe as he watches her pick up the clothes, stepping back into the bathroom, she then reaches for the door as if to close it to change in privacy but Tupac stops her, holding onto the door firmly.
"Nah, I just wanted to speak to you about something," He simply says his strong grasp remaining on the door, Kidada frowns as if to close the door pushing it but Tupac only pushes it back open with just as much force, throwing her off momentarily.
He steps into the bathroom closing the door behind him and leaning against it, making apparent how serious the situation is if Kidada couldn't already tell from his expression. It wasn't something light, he was about to speak about something serious and that frustrated her as if she already knew what he was going to say.
"What is it Tupac?" She asks him glaring up at him with just as much intensity as he has, "You always do this every single time saying you need to speak about something . . it's all just getting real old and boring." Kidada throws her clothes onto the counter.
Tupac took a slow, deep breath, steadying himself as he faced Kidada. Her words cut through the tension in the room, laced with exasperation. She folded her arms, her face set in a look of defiance that he'd seen many times before. This time, though, he could feel a shift in the air. It wasn't like their usual arguments. There was a finality to it, a weight he couldn't shake.
"Look  Kidada," he started, voice lower than usual, steady but somber. "This ain't working and you know it . .  We've been at each other's throats more than we've been good it's not fair to either of us."