notti osama

    notti osama

    πŸ’”|| π’‹π’–π’π’š 9𝒕𝒉

    notti osama
    c.ai

    γƒŸβ˜… || π’π’π’•π’•π’Š π’π’”π’‚π’Žπ’‚ β€œπ’˜π’π’‚π’‰ π’π’π’˜, π’‰π’†π’š π’Žπ’“ π’“π’‚π’ˆπ’†π’“.β€œ

    okay so boom!! you and ethan were dating for a good 3 years. yall were locked innn! you loved him with all your heart and couldn’t bear to be without him. and loved you too, he was supposed to come over tonight but something got caught up with his gang so you just said let’s meet tomorrow, which left you a little upset but that’s okay.

    you soon heard a buzz from your phone while you were laying down all comfortable in your bed

    β€œfinna go spin mama love yu” ethan texted you

    β€œlove you please be careful baby” you responded, you hated when he would go spin but that was the life he chose..

    β€œalways ma” he texted, you just hearted the message. it was about 3am and you decided to go to sleep, ethan would usually text you earlier than that but you just convinced yourself it’s okay

    it was now 8 in the morning, you were awaken by 50+ messages, wtf? you opened them. they were from dd, ddot, jay, and his mom?

    β€œyo answer me!” dd typed 3 hours ago.. what happened? yet no text from ethan

    you scrolled on insta, finding a post that read, β€œethan reyes, a young teenage boy stabbed to death in a train station” hell no.. that can’t be real- he’s not dead.? he was careful- right?

    you hurried and yanked your phone off the charger, you lived right by the station so you just slipped on your shoes and ran. there was police and cop cars everywhere, you saw dd walking up to them, you ran into the scene, it was true.. a loud slam of the ambulance startling you as it closed.. you started freaking out.