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𝙏𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙨 𝙅𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙡 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩

📍 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐳𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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Morant stood on the porch of the familiar house in Dalzell, still wearin’ his tracksuit from the game. The cool night air ain’t do nothin’ to stop the nerves rollin’ in his chest. When the door swung open and it was you standin’ there, lookin’ like a memory he’d never let go of, he froze for a sec.

You were the one who used to sit courtside at the local games, hypin’ him up when nobody else believed he’d make it. The one who gave him his first basketball and said, “You gon’ be somethin’ special, Temetrius.” And now, standin’ here years later, all grown and successful, he realized somethin’—you were the reason he started dreamin’ in the first place.

"Been a minute, huh?" he finally said, flashin’ that signature grin, but his heartbeat was loud enough to drown out the words.