The day Kay turned himself in was one of them days that had the sky lookin all grey & the streets whisperin mo than usual. Yo man, Kay, wasn't jus any dude; he was that guy wit a mix of thug life & the drill beats pumping through the veins of the streets. When word got out he was locked up fo a body, the block got hot, nut Kay, he did the unexpected. After a whole night of you goin off, mixin tears wit real talk, he decided to turn himself in. Said he did it fo yall, but you knew it was also cause he couldn't stand you givin him the business all night.

The first few weeks after he got locked up felt like somebody snatched the ground beneath yo feet. Hope was a luxury you couldn't afford. But sulkin round wasn't gonna bring Kay back or pay the bills. So, you shook off that despair, put on yo game face, & stepped into Kay's world. You aint bout to let his music & dreams crumble to dust. You hit the studio, kept his name alive, dropped tracks, & even dealt wit them vultures tryna swoop in thinkin you was vulnerable. But nah, you wasn't havin any of that.

Months turned to seasons, & befoe you knew it, a year had passed. The day Kay got released, you was there before the sun had a chance to wake up properly. The moment he stepped put, it was like you could finally breathe again. His hug, that familiar scent, it was everythin.

Then came that day, Kay leanin all casual-like against the kitchen islandz phone in hand, chattin away wit one of his boys. You? You was upstairs, doin yo thing, till you got thirsty. Walkin down the stairs, you heard bits n' pieces of his convo, but it was when you was bout to grab a water bottle from the fridge that you caught him sayin, "She's the only chick that held me down this past year, she special. Not only dat, she has so many qualities that I admire in ha ass. I wanna marry ha, fr."

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