Delicia said to Iman, "If you want me to stay with you, leave Shayla." 😱 Full Sory Below👇

 Delicia said to Iman, "If you want me to stay with you, leave Shayla." 

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Delicia:
“If you want me to stay with you, leave Shayla.”
Iman:
…You really just said that.
Delicia:
I did. And don’t act surprised. We’ve been dancing around it for months.
Iman:
You’re asking me to choose.
Delicia:
No. I’m telling you what I need. There’s a difference.
Iman:
It doesn’t feel different when my chest feels like it’s caving in.
Delicia:
That’s not on me. I’ve been honest with you from the start. I won’t be the second option. I won’t be the secret. I won’t be the “almost.”
Iman:
Shayla isn’t a secret.
Delicia:
She’s not the one you’re holding at 2 a.m. when you can’t sleep. She’s not the one you call when everything falls apart.
Iman:
That’s not fair.
Delicia:
What’s not fair is you wanting all of me while keeping her, too.
Iman:
You think this is easy for me? You think I wake up every day not knowing I’m screwing this up?
Delicia:
Then stop screwing it up.
Iman:
You make it sound so simple.
Delicia:
Simple doesn’t mean painless.
Iman:
Shayla’s been in my life for years, Delicia. She knows my family. She knows my history. She knows the version of me before everything went wrong.
Delicia:
And I know the version of you now. The one who’s scared, complicated, and still trying. That should count for something.
Iman:
It does. God, it does. That’s the problem.
Delicia:
No, the problem is you want safety and passion at the same time, and you don’t want to admit you can’t have both like this.
Iman:
You don’t know that.
Delicia:
I do. Because I’m the one crying alone while you’re “figuring things out.”
Iman:
I never asked you to wait.
Delicia:
But you let me.
Iman:
…Yeah.
Delicia:
Silence isn’t innocence, Iman.
Iman:
I care about her.
Delicia:
And you love me.
Iman:
You can’t just say that.
Delicia:
I can, because you’re too afraid to. But every time you look at me like I’m the answer to a question you’re scared to ask? That’s love.
Iman:
If I leave her, I hurt her.
Delicia:
If you don’t, you lose me.
Iman:
You’re giving me an ultimatum.
Delicia:
I’m giving myself one. I deserve someone who chooses me without shaking hands and a guilty conscience.
Iman:
And if I can’t do it?
Delicia:
Then I walk away. Completely. No late-night talks. No “just checking in.” No half-love.
Iman:
That sounds like punishment.
Delicia:
It’s self-respect.
Iman:
You don’t understand how much pressure this is.
Delicia:
I understand exactly how much pressure it is. I’m just not willing to carry it for you anymore.
Iman:
…When did you get so strong?
Delicia:
When I realized loving you shouldn’t mean disappearing.
Iman:
If I say yes… if I leave Shayla… you’re not going to leave when things get hard?
Delicia:
I stay for honesty. I stay for effort. I don’t stay for fear.
Iman:
I need time.
Delicia:
Time is the one thing I’m out of.
Iman:
So this is it?
Delicia:
This is the moment where you decide who you’re brave enough to be.
Iman:
…Damn.
Delicia:
Yeah. Damn.
Iman:
…If I walk out that door and choose you, I don’t get to pretend anymore.
Delicia:
That’s what choosing means.
Iman:
I lose people. I lose history.
Delicia:
You lose a lie you’ve been living in.
Iman:
You’re so sure.
Delicia:
I’m sure about me. That’s the only certainty I need.
Iman:
I keep thinking about the look on her face.
Delicia:
And I keep thinking about the look on mine every time you leave.
Iman:
You never cry in front of me.
Delicia:
Because if I do, you’ll ask me to wait again. And I won’t survive that.
Iman:
…I don’t want to be the villain.
Delicia:
Then stop making villains out of your silence.
Iman:
What if I choose you and fail you?
Delicia:
Then fail honestly. I can live with truth. I can’t live with almost.
Iman:
You’re really ready to walk away.
Delicia:
I’ve been walking away in my head for weeks. This is just my body catching up.
Iman:
If I say her name right now, it feels like a goodbye.
Delicia:
That’s because it is.
Iman:
…I never meant for it to go this far.
Delicia:
Love never asks permission.
Iman:
You’re shaking.
Delicia:
So are you.
Iman:
Say I stay. Say I end it with her. Say I choose you. What happens next?
Delicia:
We start clean. No ghosts. No apologies to the past. Just two people willing to be brave at the same time.
Iman:
And if I don’t?
Delicia:
Then this is the last time you hear my voice like this. Soft. Open. Still hoping.
Iman:
…Delicia.
Delicia:
Don’t say my name unless you mean it.
Iman:
I mean it.
(A long pause. The kind that changes lives.)
Iman:
I can’t keep splitting myself in half.
Delicia:
Then don’t.
Iman:
I choose you.
Delicia:
Say it again.
Iman:
I choose you. Not because it’s easy. Because it’s true.
Delicia:
Then tomorrow, you tell her. Not with excuses. Not with blame.
Iman:
I know.
Delicia:
And if you hesitate—
Iman:
I won’t.
Delicia:
If you go back on this—
Iman:
I lose you.
Delicia:
Forever.
Iman:
…Okay.
Delicia:
Okay.
(She exhales, like she’s been holding her breath for months.)
Iman:
You’re still scared.
Delicia:
Of course I am. But I’d rather be scared with you than alone because of you.
Iman:
I don’t deserve how strong you are.
Delicia:
Earn it.
(He reaches for her hand. This time, she lets him.)
Iman:
I’m not running.
Delicia:
Good. Because I’m done chasing.
(They stand there, not smiling yet—just real. The future uncertain, but finally honest.)