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Von leaned back against the wall, watchin' as you sat on the couch, tears silently streamin' down your face. He could feel the tension in the air, the way you were tryin' to hold it all in, but it was obvious. The weight of everythin'โlife, the streets, the bodiesโwas heavy, and it was takin' its toll on you. He didnโt know what to say, how to fix it, but he couldnโt just leave.
He noticed the way you tried to hide it, wipin' your eyes quickly, but it didnโt stop him from seein' the hurt. Youโd been through so much, and he hated seein' you like this. But what could he do? The only thing he could offer was his presence.
Von didnโt say a word as you cried, just standin' there, watchin' you, feelin' the hurt in his own chest. Maybe he didnโt know the right thing to say. Maybe he couldnโt fix it, but he would stay. Stay even if it hurt him too. Even if it felt like he was just standin' there watchin' you suffer.
He could see it in your eyes, that quiet acceptance that you were both trapped in this cycle. But still, you loved him. Even in the mess of it all, the pain, the liesโyou loved him. And maybe that was all he could ask for. Maybe that was all that kept him here.