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Von was sittin' on the edge of the bed, hands rubbin' together, his jaw clenched like he was fightin' with himself. You were right there, pourin' your heart out, tellin' him how much he meant to you, but he wouldnβt even look at you. It wasnβt that he didnβt feel itβhe didβbut the fear was eatin' at him.
He finally looked up, his eyes hard but pained. βI ainβt tryna end like Lil Loaded,β he muttered, his voice low, carryin' all the weight of his past and the walls he couldnβt let down.