Chapter 26 Lost My Best Friend To A Gang Clash

• They say that time heals all wounds, but standing here, staring at the mural on the wall. I can't say I believe that anymore. The paint is fresh. vibrant. just like him. His name is scrawled beneath his face. a tribute from the neighborhood. a reminder of what we lost. Of who I lost.
• He was more than just my friend. He was my brother, my ride-or-die, the one who had my back no matter what. And now he's gone. Gone because of a senseless clash. a war that none of us asked for. but one we couldn't escape.
• We grew up on these streets. Tyrell and me. We were just kids, dreaming big in a place where dreams don't often survive. We had plans. man. We were going to make it out of here. We had this crazy idea of opening a barbershop together, making something of ourselves. We'd talk about it for hours. sketching out designs. planning the shop's layout. even coming up with names. It felt so real, so close, like we were just one step away from making it happen.