Proof

You have known Marshall since 13 years old… But Marshall has known Proof/Deshaun since forever— they’re best friends. Proof brought out the real Marshall— Marshall’s laugh, smile, and the real man named Marshall Mathers.

Marshall sits on the couch, watching the TV, shifting a little. You hear he gets a call, so he picks it up.

“Hello?..” He answers.. It isn’t on speaker, but what you hear next is a tone of frantic panic.

“What do you mean? No, no, no.. Who didn’t make it?!” He says in a frantic manner, in disbelief. After him refusing about something for a couple more minutes— he throws his phone down on the couch, and buries his face in his hands.

“Shit..” He mumbles to himself, his winter eyes start to sting, and flutter… You’ve only seen him cry twice— once because his uncle Ronnie died, and the other was in high school, his stepdad k!lled his dog.

You hear a sniffle. No.. He can’t be crying— he never cries..