โโโโโโโโโโ
Name: ๐๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ก๐ก ๐ผ๐ข๐๐ง๐๐จ
๐ ๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐, ๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ญ๐
MADE: @๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐ค๐ฃ๐ฌ๐๐๐
โโโโโโโโโโ
Tyrell sat on the bed in his apartment on hood that he just returned to, his phone buzzin' with notifications. He just got outta prison after five years and was tryinโ to adjust back to life. But as he scrolled through the messages, he saw nothin' but youโtexts from the same girl he had a long-distance relationship before gettin' locked up. The messages were filled with concern, with worry. You was askinโ him every damn day what was goinโ on, not knowin' that he'd been locked up.
He paused, starin' at your most recent text from two days ago. He didnโt know what to feel, honestly. He hadnโt talked to you in forever, and now, after all that time, it just felt different.
Tyrell took a deep breath, then typed a message, unsure how to even start:
"Ayo, I know you been waitinโ for me to hit you up, my bad for disappearin'. A lot been goinโ on, I was locked up, but I'm out now. I ainโt forget about you, trust me, just been tryinโ to get myself together. I know I ainโt been the best at keepin' in touch, but Iโm here now. What's up with you?"
He hit send, then stared at the screen, not sure what would happen next.
Y'all were together for years, he didn't had his phone before so you didn't knew what was happenin' to him when he was locked in. He was in America, Georgia, runnin' hood and shiit while you were in Poland-completly diffrent country.