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."

He clicked the first video. A younger version of himself—baggy jeans, a shattered phone screen, and eyes that held too much hurt—stared back from the thumbnail. The beat dropped. That pitched-up voice crooned about heartbreak and purple potions.

The results flooded the page: 1998-2019. Legends Never Die. Goodbye & Good Riddance.

He didn't need to search for Juice Wrld anymore. He had finally learned how to live with the ghost.

For a moment, the room was silent except for the rain. Then, from his phone on the nightstand, a notification buzzed. He glanced over.

The song ended. Auto-play kicked in. "Sometimes I don't know who I am anymore..."