Sacred Pro | Capital STEEZ Story

EPILOGUE: BEAUTIFUL DEATH

                    IF I MAKE IT, I'LL COME BACK TO GET YA. I JUST WISH YOU SAW THE BIGGER PICTURE.

Here were are. All that we've been through and now we are lying on the stone cold ground, staring each other in the eyes. God, how much I loved him. I never knew I could love someone as much as I loved him. Was it even healthy to have such love for another human being? I didn't care, I was lost in love and I wanted to be. I wanted to be in love with him, he had become my life, not just my other half or the master of my mind, body and soul. He was me, I was him. We were one. The three years that had passed since the year I met him were amazing. I remember it like it was yesterday. The famous scene of being at a party and meeting someone. A year of friendship which at the end evolved into a relationship and we never had any big issues. Of course, we had discussions and we did fuss and fight, but isn't that a part of every relationship? We had a healthy one, that's what I knew. I twisted his shoulder length dreads every night in bed as we loved living in our new crib in Flatbush. I exhaled as I felt the cold breeze and watched his neatly cut beard and his beautiful, now pale, face. A small smile crept on his face and I soon mirrored his. We wanted to get engaged as soon as possible and two years after New Year's eve we did. I was the happiest woman on earth. I couldn't wish for any better. My dad had moved from the Dominican Republic to California. He couldn't bear the cold weather in New York so he decided to live there. I was still happy, he was closer now. Robby was happily married with the woman he started dating four years ago and they had a baby on the way. The Pros all had their own places in Flatbush and had their own girlfriends after years. I knew they would all settle down one day. Pro Era was still alive, not to forget.

It's only that not everyone had chosen for the music industry. Some of the boys even started writing or doing poetry, others were keeping it on photography and others were freedom fighters. Steez and I were the freedom fighters. And that's the exact reason why we were on the ground, in the afternoon, slowly fading away into each other's eyes with the crowd watching us in complete horror. The police officers pointing at us with their guns that had fired already and that could do nothing but take our bodies away. Our souls were living on forever. I wish we just had the chance to get married and have kids but I guess that's something that we'll do in the life that comes after this one. I was proud of everything that happened in my life. Most of my family now lived in the US and I got to know them really well. The Pros were mature and were all doing their own thing, getting known and leaving something out there to get remembered for. So were Steez and I, we wanted to be remembered for what we did in this world. The government couldn't stop us, not even with death. I was sure that people would follow our footsteps just like I followed my mom's and I loved it. I wasn't scared, I wasn't frightened, I wasn't sad, I wasn't going to miss anyone because I had my life next to me at this moment. I struggled to breathe but kept the smile on my face because the completeness that I was feeling inside was too awesome. "I love you." I whispered to him. He nodded and smiled back at me. "I love you too baby. Remember to ask for me when you get there first, we'll have to meet again." He said as he started coughing heavily. "Seems like you're going first." I whispered as I felt my lungs give up. The pool of blood on the ground grew bigger and I watched him chuckle before he stiffened and freed his soul from his body. Soon my vision became blurry and faded out into nothing but blackness. 

What a beautiful death.

[Listen to the song from this chapter & close ya eyes. Thank u all.]