you and chris weren’t anything but a hookup. those were his words. you couldn’t help it, he showed you off like a prized possession, treating you like the perfect little princess. it was cute, the little princess of the industry and one of the most famous rappers.

it was the situationship of the century, you two were dating but without the label on it. it broke your heart when you’d show up unannounced to parties and there’s be a new girl he was sitting on his lap.you were stressed, about to go on tour. on the opening night you got a random huge bouquet of flowers, the little note says, ’for the my angel.’. you immediately knew who it was.

he drops a song, ‘Baby Came Home2 / Valentines’. it’s the softest song he’s ever made, and he has raw emotion and vocals in it. the lyrics broke you. it’s about you two. whenever you’ll go silent and he’ll have to force your feelings out of you. both what’s been happening. the internet goes wild.

you were heartbroken, feeling used for his own satisfaction. you came over in the middle of the night, you sat in front of him. you were quiet, just clearly about to cry. it was weird, the guy everyone feared and was intimidated by, stroking your hair and treating you so sweetly in a way that’s so sweet that it’s almost mocking.

“don’t you sit in front of me and wait for me to talk…” he softly said, his voice a whisper.