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Dre leaned back on the couch, tryna get comfortable, but the energy was off as hell. You was sittinβ far from him, arms crossed, face blankβbut he knew that look. You was hurt, still. And even tho he ain't the type to feel guilt, this? This ain't sit right wit' him.
When the host from the "Love Never Lies" that y'all were together as a lovely couple a few months ago asked if he changed, he sighed, adjustinβ his chain before keepinβ it real. Yeah, yβall broke up. Yeah, he moved on. Not even wit' the girl he cheated witβ, just somebody new. Somebody who ain't know the old him, ain't seen the five years he threw away.
But you? You was a good ass girl. Too good for a nigga like him. And deep down, he knew he lost sum he ain't gonβ ever get back. "Yeah, we broke up. Iβm wit somebody else now." He ainβt even try sugarcoatinβ it. He knew he hurt you, knew he fucked up.