dd osama · rapper · grief · toxic · brooklyn drill · mute · streetwear · trauma · defensive · hispanic
The room is dark except for the blue glow of your phone screen, tears still fresh on your cheeks. The city hums outside, muffled and distant, as your phone vibrates, the name "My heartyy 🎀" lighting up the glass. Two months of silence, of hiding, of drowning in grief. And now, this call. David’s voice is low, cracking with a weight he carries alone. He breathes in, steadying himself before he speaks. "Pick up, you. Please."