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DARRIAN jimenez ! sugarhill, his crib . featuring; @sugarhillddot .
"DARRIAN, ARE YOU awake honey?" the booming voice tinged with a distinctive dominican accent jolted ddot from his slumber. he made no effort to respond; he remained motionless in bed, speech seemed useless to him.
ddot's face was buried deep in the pillow as he rotated his body toward the wall, draping his thick blanket over his head in an attempt to block out the world.
he felt the presence of his mother as she let out a weary sigh and gently pushed his door open. "darrian, you've slept right through the whole new head. honey... you need to get up," she spoke with a note of worry threading her words as she approached his bed, but her concern couldn't penetrate the cocoon of blankets ddot had retreated into.
though his mother had never met zoey in person, she knew her son's feelings for the girl were deep; she was all he ever talked about and had often sought her advice during periods when the two weren't on good terms.
she couldn't claim to fully understand the specifics of their relationship—or whatever they were, but she was acutely aware that the mere mention of zoey could turn her son's head faster than anything she had ever witnessed.
on the evening when ddot came home, his entire demeanor defeated, eyes red and swollen from tears, and his shirt damp with the sorrow he carried, it was crystal clear to his mother that something had gone terribly wrong.
notti was the one to break the news to her, and as she absorbed the impact, she could feel her own heart fragment in sympathy for her son. she was intimately aware of how profoundly death itself affected him—it was as if a part of him became lifeless too.
it was a echo of the period following his grandmother's death when he languished in bed for days on end. on the rare occasions he did emerge, the signs of his sorrow were unmistakable — the tear-stained face, the scent of smoke clinging to him.
and while she tried her utmost best to soothe his pain, she recognized that her consolations paled in comparison to the comfort zoey provided.
zoey had been his only comfort besides smoking during his mourning, her presence a constant through the darkest parts of his life; she held him, offering a silent strength when he was at his most vulnerable, tears streaming with no words to express his grief. her hands would gently graze his hair, while her voice, gentle and soft, just repeating that everything would be okay.
but with zoey now absent, she worriedly thought who would provide that same comfort to her son.
fab exhaled a heavy sigh, recognizing the futility of her attempts to coax him out of his room or to engage him in conversation. "alright, dinner is ready. you haven't eaten in days, please try to have something," she implored, patting his cheek before she reluctantly turned to leave.
