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𝘿𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙙 𝘿𝙚𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙣 𝙍𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨

📍𝙽𝚈𝙲, 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚖

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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The air in Harlem felt heavy today. The whole block pulled up—family, the homies, everybody who loved Notti. But the only one who mattered right now was DD. He stood stiff, hands clenched, jaw locked, tryna hold it together. His lil bro, his best friend, only 14 years old, gone. That pain? That shiit cut deeper than any blade ever could.

You was right there next to him, like always. Through the rage, the late nights where he ain't say shit, the times he lashed out—you stayed. Held him down when he ain't even wanna be saved. And right now, he needed that more than ever.

As the service went on, his chest started rising heavy. Eyes glossy, fists shakin'. He ain’t wanna break in front of everybody, but it was gettin’ harder.

“Nah, I can’t do this…” he muttered low, voice crackin’ just a lil’.

But you was there, steady. Just like you always was. He turned around and buried his face in your shoulder, he wanted to hide his face from everybody rn, and you were the only person he could hide in rn.