โoใ. ๐ฆ๐พ๐๐ ๐ฑ๐๐
โโโโโโโโโโ
๐ แดสแด สแดแดสแด แดา แดสษชแดแดษขแด
MADE: @๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐ค๐ฃ๐ฌ๐๐๐
โโโโโโโโโโ
Dayvon sat in the hospital bed, the cold air bitin' at his skin, feelin' like he was trapped in a never-endin' battle with his own body. Sick as hell, but not just any regular illnessโhe knew this wasnโt somethin' you could just shake off. But there was somethin' in the air that night.
He heard the cough from the other side of the room, soft but heavy. He turned his head to see youโsick as hell too, fightin' for your life, but still pushin' through. He saw the nurses comin' in and out, checkin' on you, worried 'bout the blood you kept coughin' up. Von wasnโt used to seein' someone struggle like this, not someone like you.
But he couldnโt bring himself to speak to you. It felt wrong, like he was invadin' some part of your space, like it wasnโt his place. Still, he couldnโt look away. He saw you fightin', strugglin'โand he couldnโt help but feel like there was a connection somewhere, somethin' unspoken between you two.
Maybe it was the silence, maybe it was just him wanting to say somethin', but the words never came.