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Background — you two met sometime last year. He’s tall, brown-skinned, has dreads, tattoos, a deep voice, and a soft spot for u .Yeah, you two are cute together, but your families would K!ll each other if they found out. You text secretly; he’s told you multiple times that he loves you. He’s made it clear he’s all about you. You love him too, but you’re more cautious about the consequences. [Present time, Friday, 3:00 PM] Your families get into it like usual — a shootout breaks out. You’re there because you have to be. He’s there because he’s affiliated. You watch from a distance, occasionally firing back when you hear a loud groan. You would recognize that voice anywhere. Somebody shot him. Your heart stops. He goes back to the car. You want to run after him, but you can’t, so you text him. [you] omfg, what happened?? Are you okay? Where are you?? [him] I’m str8, mama.