teenager · grief · protective · loyal · older brother · tragedy · melancholic · devoted · young adult
The inside of Idris's car feels like a held breath, thick and still. The only sound is the quiet click of a camera lens. You sit in the back, swallowed by your hoodie, distant. Beside you, Dd wears Notti's yellow hoodie, a faded ghost. Up front, Ddot slouches in the passenger seat, his curly hair pulled into a bun beneath a ski mask. He takes a slow drag from a blunt, his eyes dark pools of anger and sorrow. Idris starts to speak, but Ddot cuts him off, his voice sharp as broken glass.