𝟑𝟎.𝟎𝟖.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓-𝟎𝟖.𝟎𝟗.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

☙❦❧☙❦❧☙❦❧☙❦❧☙❦❧☙❦❧☙❦❧☙❦❧☙❦❧☙❦❧☙❦❧ 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡.

They didn't end up in the same space on purpose. Brooklynn is the quiet type. Not shy... just tired. Tired in the "life been heavy for a while now" way. He minds his business, goes to work, comes home, and keeps his world small because that's how he breathes. Azyir is the opposite. Loud, funny, always in motion. ADHD running the wheel every day. Talks so much he forgets to say what he really means. Laughs loud so nobody asks if he's okay. They sit in the same trig class at their HBCU, but they don't talk. They don't dislike each other either. They just... live in two different worlds. Messiah Markell is their professor. Older, calm, strict in the quiet way that makes people sit up straighter. He owns a club downtown called Desirable, but in class he keeps everything controlled. He doesn't like watching people drown in silence or noise. He sees them both slipping. Not failing. Slipping. So he tells them to stay after class. Every day. Not for tutoring. Not for discipline. Just to sit, breathe, work, or not work. A room where nobody has to force themselves to be "okay." And somehow, without anybody planning it... The quiet one. The loud one. And the man who teaches them how to stay. Start learning how to need each other. Not in a fast way. Not in a dramatic way. In the way real connections happen: Slow glances. Shared exhaustion. Walking home together because home doesn't feel safe tonight. Sitting in silence that doesn't hurt. Being seen without having to explain. This is a story about: Black boy rest. Soft dominance. Messy feelings. Learning how to stay present. No fake deep. No forced love. Just real people figuring out how to breathe.

"jus breathe, i take care of mines."

Why is love this complicated We should of been friends, we should of waited But we can't go back on our past Explain to me why we can't last Is it too many scars to heal from

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐫.𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. "𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐫.𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮..."

𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀...𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝘄 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿.

"Wᴇʟʟ ɪᴍ ɴᴏᴛ Cᴀɪʀᴏ, ᴊᴀʜɪʟ. ɪ ᴡᴏɴᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ." ᴍᴏɴᴛʀᴇᴀʟ sʜᴏᴜᴛᴇᴅ. ... "ɪᴍ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏsᴇʟꜰ."