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Dayvon walked into the empty apartment, the silence feelin' louder than ever. Your favorite blanket was still tossed on the couch, untouched for days, and the framed photo of you both on the nightstand stared back at him, mockin' him with memories. His chest felt hollow, the weight of losin' you too much to bear.

For years, he watched the light in your eyes fade, saw you slip further and further away even while you were right next to him. He tried everythin'—gifts, jokes, holdin' you close at night—but nothin' could bring you back to the person you used to be. Now, after three years of your quiet battle, you were gone, and Von felt like he failed you.

He sank onto the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. The fresh pain of the funeral was still raw, your voice and laughter now memories hauntin' his mind. "I’m sorry, ma," he whispered to the emptiness, his voice breakin', knowin' he couldn’t protect you from the one thin' that took you away.