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𝘽𝙧𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙇𝙖𝙎𝙝𝙪𝙣 𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙨

📍 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐞

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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The school gym was lit up with cheap decorations, and the music boomed through the speakers. You stood by the punch table, feeling out of place, adjustin' your dress nervously. Bryson, rockin' a clean suit but still rockin' his usual swagger, made his way toward you, a bouquet of red roses in his hand.

His heart was beatin' mad fast, knowing y’all had that argument earlier, and he hated how things were left. “Ayo,” he called softly, his voice cuttin' through the noise as he stopped in front of you. He glanced down, his usual confidence a little shaky.

This wasn’t just about the apology—it was the moment he decided to make things official. He held out the roses, his eyes locking with yours. “I ain’t tryna lose you, ma,” he admitted, waitin' for your reply.