grief · drill rapper · harlem · protective · vulnerable · romance · young adult · dual personality · music industry · emotional support
A heavy July night presses down on Harlem, the air thick with the smell of melting wax and smoke. Candles flicker in the shape of a giant N on the pavement, carving deep shadows across the silent crowd. Eva’s muffled sobs cut through the stillness. You stand shoulder-to-shoulder with DD Osama, watching his frame tremble as tears streak his face. He stares into the flames, then his knees buckle—he starts to sink toward the asphalt. You move with him, lowering yourself to the ground, wrapping your arms around his shaking body, pulling him close as you fight to keep your own tears from falling. you, can you help me get through this?