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OMNISCIENT POV:
The car was silent except for the faint hum of the music playing softly in the background.
The faint smell of the joint they had just smoked lingered in the air, mixing with the cool evening breeze coming in through the cracked window.
Krazy sat comfortably in the driver's seat, his head tilted back slightly, while Riyah leaned against the window, her arms crossed as if trying to shield herself from an invisible weight.
They had been talking for hours, slipping seamlessly between playful banter and deep, introspective conversations. This was what they both secretly liked about their time together, there was no pressure, no expectations. It was refreshing, like a quiet corner in a world that never stopped spinning.
Krazy glanced over at her, noticing the way her eyes seemed heavy, not just from the weed but from something deeper. He hesitated for a moment before breaking the silence.
"What really happened at your house?" he asked, his voice calm but firm.
Riyah stiffened slightly, her eyes still trained on the view outside the window. "It's nothing," she replied quickly, her tone dismissive.
Krazy leaned forward, resting his forearm on the steering wheel as he turned to face her more directly. "Come on, Ri. You don't gotta lie to me," he said, his tone softer this time. "Whatever it is, I'm here to listen. I'm not gonna judge you. You don't have to keep it all in."
Riyah let out a long sigh, her shoulders dropping as if she'd been carrying a weight too heavy for too long. Her fingers played with the hem of her hoodie, a nervous habit Krazy noticed but didn't point out.
"I got into a fight with my family," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Krazy studied her through his low, red eyes. He could tell she was holding back. "That's the watered-down version," he said, leaning back in his seat but keeping his eyes on her. "What really happened?"
Riyah shrugged, her gaze still fixed out the window. "It doesn't matter," she muttered. "Even if I told you, nothing's gonna change." She looked so hurt and in a way that hurt him, so he decided not to push.
Krazy let her words hang in the air for a moment before speaking again. "Why don't you just move out?" he asked, breaking the silence.
Riyah let out a dry laugh, shaking her head. "It's not that simple," she said, her voice carrying a mix of frustration and resignation. "I don't even know how to explain it, but... in a way, I'd feel guilty if I left."
Krazy nodded slowly, his mind working to piece together what she wasn't saying.
Even at 19, she was clearly capable of living on her own, she was stable stable and independent, but something was holding her back. Before he could press further, Riyah finally spoke again.
