DD OSAMA

    DD OSAMA

    -ˏˋ 𝓒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ˊˎ-

    DD OSAMA
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    ΰ­¨ 𝑫 A V I D R E Y E S

    β•° 8 pm

    YOU AND DD were lying in the backseat of his new car, the soft beat of Stranger by Kenya Grace playing in the background. His expression was surprisingly soft as you gently brushed his curls away from his eyes. β€œIon know, sometimes shit just not meant to be, ma…”

    His voice was calm, almost hesitant, as he pushed your hand away gently, not wanting to seem harsh but knowing it needed to be said. β€œWe not good for each other,” He murmured, his words weighing heavy in the air, though his eyes betrayed the reluctance he felt. He never wanted this to be the end, but he knew it was time.

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