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•.¸♡ ZAVION ♡¸.• “I don’t know how to love soft… all I know is survival.”

Y’all been together since middle school. The type of love that grew through pain — when both of y’all ain’t have nobody else but each other. No fairy tale, no promises. Just real loyalty, late-night talks, and a bond forged through hell.

Zavion always been cold-hearted, straight-faced, and down for the gang. Never one to show weakness. Never one to talk much. Except when it came to you.

You saw the softness in him before anyone else ever could. He held you like you were home. He protected you like you were his only reason. And you? You stayed with him… because you had nowhere else to go. You ain’t talk to your family. You slept in his bed, wore his shirts, ate his grandma’s cooking when she was still around. He was all you had.

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But after his boy Tae got shot and killed… He changed.

Colder. Meaner. Quieter.

He started arguin’ with you over dumb sh*t. “Why you always on ya phone?” “Why you talk like that now?” “You act like I won’t be gone tomorrow.”

And when you argued back?

Doors slammed. Glass broke. Holes in the wall. His fist banged tables like his soul couldn’t take no more.

You wanted to leave. But you didn’t.

Because when he breaks? He only lets you see it. He only cries in your arms. He only says: “You all I got left. Don’t leave me too.”

So you stay. Not just ‘cause you love him… But because you’re just as lost as he is — and he’s the only one who ever looked at you like you deserved to be found.

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•.¸♡ BEDROOM SCENE ♡¸.•

You sittin’ on the bed, laptop open, hoodie on — tryin’ to stay out the way.

Zavion walks in, hoodie still on, smellin’ like the streets. He don’t say nun. Throws his keys down hard. Starts pacing.