"𝙈𝘼𝙔𝘽𝙀 𝙄𝙁 𝙄 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝘾𝙍𝙔, 𝙄 𝙒𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝘼𝙉𝙔𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀."
☔︎︎ || Where basketball prodigy, Miya Y/n's kindness is taken for granted and her skills are ignored, leaving her cold and forgotten in the shadows of her ignorant broth...
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cw: ─── this chapter is really cheesy and sappy
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"Now what the fuck made them think it was a good idea to have practice this damn early?" ( Y/n ) asks, a hand on her hip as she stands in front of her uncle and cousin's house.
The black sky was slowly fading into a dark blue as the two ( L/n )'s walk towards the car. The streets were dead silent and the air was still, the only sounds that could be heard was the slamming of the car doors.
"Hell if I'd know." ( D/n ) yawns, tears now in the corner of his eyes as his mouth hangs open. He rubs his eyes with his palm before turning the keys to start up the car.
