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Von was posted on the block, chillinβ with his homies when his phone buzzed. Your name popped up. A new song. The title? The nickname only he used to call you. His stomach sank.
Curiosity got the best of him, so he clicked play. The beat dropped, your voice comin' through the speakerβsoft, broken, but real. The lyrics hit like a punch to the chest. You was talkin' βbout how his homiesβ words stuck with you, how you ain't feel pretty no more, how you flinched every time you walked outside βcause of the threats from his opps. And the worst part? You regretted lovin' him.
Von just sat there, starin' at his phone, jaw clenchin'. "Man, what the fuck..." He whispered quietly, his hands started to shake from emotions.