𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋 ➫ 𝐋𝐈𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐘

𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘅

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

T.W
𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦

ISAIAH DANTE SULLIVAN, the name which will never be forgotten, the name on the necklace that Taevan refused to go anywhere without.

He was there for her when all else failed, when everyone around her failed.

Acquainted at the diminutive age of just seven and thirteen years old, Isaiah had taken on the role of Taevan's guardian.

As Taevan's mother was wrongfully stripped away from her at birth, against her will she was appointed to the care of her meritless father.

An undeserving drunk and drug addict who had no idea what it would be like to raise a child on his own.

Isaiah, her father's brother, stepped in and did what dawned on him to save this girl from destruction.

On nights where Taevan's father would be passed out, mindless, in some alley from a high, Isaiah was there for her. On the days where Taevan would cry herself to sleep from a heartache at her mother's absence, Isaiah was there.

An unbreakable bond between the pair formed as years progressed. They were inseparable.

Even as Sienna stepped in once they reached middle school, the alliance between Taevan and Isaiah always proved to be stronger.

That was until the unforgettable summer night around four years ago.

All seemed normal. Isaiah had desperately attempted to persuade Taevan out of her miserable mood after a physical fight that she had been in with her father earlier that day.

Even on her very birthday, she couldn't seem to catch a break.

All seemed well at the meaningless rapper's concert that they were taking full advantage of, that was until Isaiah had unexpectedly slumped to the floor after an ear piercing sound rang out.

Bodies began to scatter recklessly out the arena doors as Taevan stood limp, paralyzed at the sight of his bleeding membrane.

He had gotten shot and never lived to tell his story about it. His murderers were never apprehended as this event continues to haunt Taevan to this day.

She couldn't decipher if it was the feeling of losing her best friend that pained her so bad, or that he'd never gotten to experience life at its fullest because of the responsibility that he held at her own accountability.

Regardless, she would continue to blame herself for what happened to him and ever since that day, panic attacks and anxiety had been her sworn enemy as she could never bring herself to surround herself with people ever again.