The song ended. Auto-play kicked in. "Sometimes I don't know who I am anymore..."
For a moment, the room was silent except for the rain. Then, from his phone on the nightstand, a notification buzzed. He glanced over. You searched for Juice Wrld
The results flooded the page: 1998-2019. Legends Never Die. Goodbye & Good Riddance. The song ended
He grabbed the phone and deleted the notification without reading it. Then he put on his sneakers, grabbed his keys, and walked out into the rain. Then, from his phone on the nightstand, a
Leo leaned back. Two years ago, he was that kid. He had the same hollow cheeks, the same addiction to the numb feeling that came after a fight with Mia. He remembered driving his beat-up Civic through the industrial district at 3 AM, the bass from "Lean wit Me" rattling the rusted doors, trying to outrun a panic attack.
He didn't need to search for Juice Wrld anymore. He had finally learned how to live with the ghost.
The cursor blinked on the laptop screen, mocking him. "You searched for Juice Wrld."