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𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍 is a haunting, slow burn descent into the kind of love that feels mo...
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⌖ MISSING PERSONREPORT | O71. ‹ ⚜ › ❝ & i know if i let you go you gon' hit the ground running. & only God knows what i'll do to you if you do. only God knows how far you gon' even make it. ❞
— SEPTEMBER SIXTH 9:OO A.M. ᐟ
Jasiah's knuckles cracked hard against Spoon's front door, three hard knocks that traveled in echoes through the peace of the property. Of course he had the gate code & used it only for inconveniences like this, Spoon had given it to him years ago & had damn near been regretting the decision since.
The iron gate had slid open at Jasiah's arrival, revealing the sprawling white mansion tucked behind maintained hedges & soft lit pathways. It was definitely Spoon's house. Clean, modern, spacious, but with a calm, meditative vibe within the luxury.
Spoon wasn't the type to have many people over. He was an introvert in his own way. Private, & believing that every person carried their own kind of energy, & letting the wrong one cross your threshold could throw your whole sanctuary off balance.
The door didn't take long to swing open. Spoon stood there, squinting into the early light. He looked Jasiah up & down with a confused frown—no call, no text, nothing—& then his gaze dropped to the mini figure standing beside him.
"Wassup?" Spoon muttered with a gravelly voice, pushing the door open a little wider, still half asleep.
"I need you to watch Eggo for a couple hours." Jasiah said, nodding toward Asiah. "I got some business to handle."
Spoon lowered his eyes back to the toddler. Asiah stared back up at him, wide eyed & silent with the same face as his father but softer, more innocent. Too innocent for the world he was being raised in. Too innocent to know the truth of his parent's reality right now.
"Right." Spoon said, rubbing at his face. "& where his mama at?"
"Don't know." Jasiah shrugged. "But look though, I got a band for every hour."
