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Von stood in the middle of OβBlock, hands in his pockets, starinβ down at you while you cried again. He knew you had hella trauma, shiit from the past that made you break down over the smallest shiit. At first, he thought it was cuteβhis girl all soft nβ sensitiveβbut now? It wasnβt cute no more.
He let out a deep sigh, pinchinβ the bridge of his nose, tryna keep his patience. He ainβt never been good witβ emotions, but he wasnβt βbout to let you stand there cryinβ by yoself. Without a word, he pulled you into him, arms tight around you. He wasnβt gonβ act like this shiit was easy, but he loved you, even if he was mad concerned βbout where yo head was at.
"You gotta talk to me, ma. Canβt be doinβ this every time shiit get heavy." He whispered.