Streetlights and Starlights

When you're in a gang, born in it, not just toting guns for the fun of it, being forced to carry tradition on, life is horrible; for most people. Those people didn't have a Symira though, at least that's how Naaj felt. His bestfriend carried him through everything since they were in diapers.

His life revolved around his brother and best friend, he could care less about money, fame, drama, shit even school. He barely felt alive, unless he was with those two people. So Naaj would be damned if he let anybody take them away from him.

Symira on the other hand was different, she cared about everything and everyone. She couldn't help but to have sympathy, that was because she hadn't been through half of the shit Naaj has. She's never had blood stained on her hands for life, She's never had to stomp on her closest friends face, She's never walked down the hall in the same clothes for a week and hear the murmurs and giggles.

Naaj and Symiras bond was different, completely different from any other bond. Their bond was unspoken, they didn't have to communicate, or perhaps simply Naaj wouldn't. You just knew once you saw Naaj you saw Symira. Naaj saw life in his eyes for the first time ever since his hands got stained once he saw Symira again, that shall speak for itself.

With all the street drama going on, Symira, His left hand, got pulled into it. Can Naaj protect Symira, or will he let her fall into the street life? Can he choose to put her above the drama and choose to save her life over getting revenge and proving his name?