○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

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Dayvon was slumped on the cold pavement, blood poolin' beneath him, his breaths shallow and uneven. You were on your knees, cradlin' him, hands shakin' as you tried to stop the bleedin', but it was too much. The sound of sirens was faint in the distance, but they weren’t fast enough.

His eyes locked on yours, that usual fire dimmin' as he tried to smirk through the pain. “Ain’t how I thought it’d end, ma,” he rasped, his voice weak, but still carryin' that O’Block pride, even in his last moments.