𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

It’s been a few weeks since your brother notti died from the incident at Harlem’s subway that you took with him but decided to go home.

You felt it had been all your fault and all the guilt was pressed on you since you felt he would still be alive if you never left.

Ddot had been sympathetic and there for you since the rough weeks passed to the point where he had to stay and watch you incase you would do something bad to yourself.

“Mami stop all this crying.”