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Von was posted on the couch in his crib, hoodie on but no shirt underneath, chain sittin heavy on his chest. He was scrollin through videos on his phone from last nightβDurkβs party had the whole city lit. Drinks, loud, cameras everywhere. His crew wildin out in every clip.
Then he hit one video that made his whole vibe shift.
It was you n him standin next to each otherβhe was smilin at the camera, throwin up a peace sign, lookin like himself. But youβ¦ you was just standin there, starin at him like you wasnβt even really there. Ainβt no glow in your eyes, no lil smirk, none of that love he used to see all the time. Looked like you was wonderin why you still in this shiit.
He leaned back into the couch, exhalin deep. Blunt half-burnt in his hand, he watched you movin βround the livin room, cleanin up in silence. You ainβt even notice the way he been starin.
His voice came out low, lil raspy, tired more than mad. βAye... you still love me, or you just here 'cause you're used to bein wit me, ma?"
He ainβt say nothin elseβjust watched you, waitin. Y'all were datin before he even started thinkin bout joinin the rap shiit and now? It seemed like you had enough of him, of this life, of y'all.