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Dayvon sat in the studio, headphones on, trying to finish his latest track. But no matter how hard he tried to focus, his mind kept drifting back to Aaliyah.
She was just so beautiful, so different from everyone else, and that made it hard to trust anyone. He'd poured all his confusion and longing into his song, letting the raw lyrics reflect everything he'd held back for years.
As he played the final version, the chorus of "Hard to trust " echoed in the room, each line hitting harder as he thought of her.
"Think I'm in love (I think)
But I'm still a thug (but I'm still a thug)"
He had written it for her every word was a reflection of his feelings since they were kids. He wanted her back. No, he needed her back.
Dayvon leaned back in his chair, pulling out his phone. He typed a text to Aaliyah, hesitated, then deleted it. What could he say?
He couldn't be casual anymore; he needed her to know what he felt, but it was hard to express that without coming off too strong.
Just as he was about to try again, Booka and Herbo strolled into the studio with Durk right behind them. They immediately noticed the mood shift and started teasing him.
"Damn, Von, you thinkin' about Aaliyah again?" Booka laughed, nudging him.
"Nah, nah, lil' folks over here writing love songs now?" Durk added, smirking.
Herbo shook his head, chuckling.
"Von gone soft."
Dayvon shot them a glare. "Man, y'all wildin'. Don't play with me like that."
The room burst into laughter, but Von wasn't in the mood. Without saying another word, he stood up, grabbed his jacket, and stormed out of the studio, their voices fading as he made his way to his car.
Once inside, he sat in silence for a minute before dialing Aaliyah's number. His heart pounded in his chest as the phone rang.
She picked up after a few rings. "Omg, Von, what now?"
Dayvon smirked, the tension fading slightly. "Lil' folks, that's how it is? You actin' like you ain't miss me."
He could almost hear her eye roll through the phone. "What do you want, Dayvon?"
He leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes. "Just thinkin' 'bout you, that's all."
Dayvon leaned back in his seat, Aaliyah's voice lingering in his mind after their short conversation. He knew he needed to see her, not just talk through the phone. Without thinking twice, he pulled out of the parking lot and drove straight to her place.
The city lights blurred past him as he sped through the familiar streets of Chicago, his thoughts on one thing Aaliyah.
When he reached her apartment, he hesitated for a moment, unsure if this was the right move. But the need to see her, to feel her presence, was stronger than his uncertainty.
