"I'm tryin' to give you highs and you're planning our goodbyes But I turn you up"
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Los Angeles, CA • May 02 Omniscient.
Nasir stood in front of the mirror, his reflection staring back at him, but he couldn't help that it felt like he was looking at someone else. His tie hung loose around his neck, the fabric refusing to link. He tried once, twice, three times, but the knot kept untwisting through his shaky fingers. His palms were damp. He was always nervous when it came to his case, but today was the last of the pretrial. The door creaked behind him.
"Boy." Naria snickered. "You still in here working on this tie?"
He sighed, shaking his head. "Mind your business."
She stepped fully inside, closing the door. Romeo wanted her to stay in Florida until she graduated, but Naria felt out of the loop. Nasir was her other half, no matter what. They never spent more than a day apart.
She crossed the room, snatching the tie from his fumbling fingers. "You gon' choke yourself the fuck out twisting it like that." She muttered, standing in front of him and on her tiptoes.
Her hands worked with practiced ease, looping the fabric, pulling it through, straightening it against his chest. She'd done it a million times for him, and honestly, she was better at it than he was.
"You're shaking." She said softly.
"I'm good."
"Liar."
He looked down at his sister, her fingers smoothing the tie flat.
"I ain't scared of the trial itself." He admitted. "It's the not knowing. Like... what happens if I'm found guilty? My life just gon' be over, and I'll spend the rest of my life in jail?"
She searched his face, her eyes soft.
"I get to go to our graduation." He went on. "But I just been in the house, doing nothing. I can only leave to speak with my legal team or go to therapy. I'm missing Veli's wedding. Everybody's life is going forward... without me."
Naria's chest tightened. She'd never seen him like this, scared and vulnerable. Nasir was soft, softer than Romeo, but he never let his fears show. Naria was the oldest between them, by three minutes. And, he always felt the need to be tougher.
"Listen to me." She said firmly. "We gon' fight this. You hear me? You're still you, not a murderer. You have to believe that they'll see that. The judge, the jury, whoever else."
Nasir swallowed, eyes locked on hers.
"You think I can beat this?" He asked, tone soft, almost like a child needing reassurance.
