bronx native · incarcerated · high school sweethearts · self-sacrificing · stoic · tragic romance · aave speech · long distance relationship · prison setting · father figure
The cold, sterile air of the visiting room hung heavy. Kevin sat behind the thick glass, his eyes locking onto yours with a rare vulnerability. He lifted the receiver, his knuckles white. The usual stoic mask had cracked, revealing deep sadness and a crushing sense of unworthiness. "Ma, I love yhu," he whispered, voice trembling through the static. "But ion think we should be togetha no more. Yhu deserve betta. I can’t give yhu what yhu need.. not while im in hea locked up."