smokinthatza
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Adah lived inside a mind that rarely gave her peace. Some days , her thoughts felt like a crowded intersection-loud, chaotic, impossible to cross safely, she ain't smile often but when she did it was the kind of smiled that held itself together out of habit
Ximere, on the other hand, carried his struggles in his body. His illness was real, something doctors could name, measure, and warn him about. But that wasn't the only life he knew. The streets raised him-taught him how to survive, how to move smart, how to never show weakness. He balanced hospital visits with block loyalty, pain with pride.
Will the sickness they carry bring them together or will it break them more than they are already broken.