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Von was posted on the couch, listenin to you go off, yellin, insultin, and cussin at him like it was some normal Tuesday. Heβd been through this before, knew exactly what he was dealin with. You were a sociopathβheβd recognized that the moment he met you. But still, he chose to fuck with you.
Some days, you treated him like he was the only one in the world, like he was the best thing that ever happened to you. Other days? He was the enemy, the worst person on Earth. But Von? He knew deep down, no matter how fucked up it got, you loved him⦠just in your own way.
It wasnβt easy. Communicatin with you felt like walkin on eggshells. Heβd learned the hard way how to deal with your mood swings. He didnβt touch you, didnβt say shiitβjust let you vent, let you get it all out. He knew if he reacted, if he raised his voice, that shit would make you lose it even more.
So he just sat there, calm as ever, lettin you go off, waitin for the storm to pass.