RESIDUALS

Harlow "Lo" Shakur and Bronx "North" Davis have been at odds for as long as they can remember. Too young to understand why they irritated each other so deeply, too stubborn to ever let it go. Their rivalry became its own language, sharp words, rolled eyes, a rhythm of tension that never fully settled.
Then, at seventeen, Harlow disappeared.
No warning.
No explanation.
No goodbye.
He vanished like smoke, and with him went every thought, memory, and feeling Bronx refused to examine. Bronx never asked why. Harlow never told. And time did what time always does - it stretched, blurred, softened the edges until even the memories felt unreliable. Bronx told himself he forgot. Told everyone else he didn't care.
Seven years later, the past walks back into his life.
The air shifts.
The walls close in.
Old tension stirs awake.
And in the small confines of Southgate Flats, two people who swore they hated each other are forced to confront the one truth they've spent years running from:
Some things don't stay buried.
Some rivalries don't fade.
And some people never really leave you alone.

Hai, its my first time writing please be nice 😭