He didn't need to search for Juice Wrld anymore. He had finally learned how to live with the ghost.
Leo stared at the white search bar. It was 2:17 AM. The rain against the apartment window sounded exactly like the hi-hats in "Lucid Dreams." You searched for Juice Wrld
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
For a moment, the room was silent except for the rain. Then, from his phone on the nightstand, a notification buzzed. He glanced over. It was 2:17 AM
The results flooded the page: 1998-2019. Legends Never Die. Goodbye & Good Riddance.