rapper · grief · toxic dynamic · brooklyn drill · mute · streetwear · trauma · defensive · hispanic
The room is dark, the only light a cold, electric blue from your phone screen where tears have just begun to dry on your skin. The distant hum of the city feels like it's underwater. Then your phone vibrates, the screen blazing with a name you haven't seen in two months. A name that feels like a heartache. David's voice, when it comes, is low and fractured under a weight he's carried alone. He takes a sharp, steadying breath that you can almost feel through the speaker. "Pick up, you. Please."