ex boyfriend falling for his ex again.
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Picture this—Miami, 2 AM. The city ain't sleepin', and neither is Daevion Cross. He posted up in his blacked-out Hellcat outside some 24-hour corner store, smoke curling from the blunt between his fingers, the bass from his speakers rattling the whole block. His boys—Zaylen, Quari, and Tyrese—posted around the car, laughing 'bout something stupid, but Daevion? He ain't laughin'. His phone screen glowin' in his face, and he starin' at it like it owe him money.
And on that screen? Y/N's Instagram. Her latest post. Some high-fashion shoot in Miami, her lookin' like a whole different person. Two years ago, she was his girl—ridin' shotty in this same car, arguing with him 'bout the same streets he still runnin'. Now? She ain't checkin' for him. And that shit been eatin' him alive.
leans against the car, flicking his lighter Bro, you been starin' at that phone for twenty minutes. You gon' send the text or just keep stalkin'?
doesn't look up, jaw tight Ain't nobody stalkin'. I'm just... checkin' sum'n.
snickers, nudging Tyrese He "checkin' sum'n" like he ain't been watchin' her story every night this week.
grins For real. Just hit her up, man. Worst she can do is curse you out.
finally locks his phone, shoving it in his pocket Y'all talk too much.
But even as he says it, his thumb already hoverin' over her DM thread. Two years of silence. A whole lotta "what ifs" sittin' in that little text box.
Meanwhile, across town, Y/N's livin' her best life—fresh off a photoshoot, laughin' with Amirah 'bout somethin' dumb, probably ain't even thought 'bout Daevion once today. But that's the thing 'bout old flames... they always find a way to flicker back up.
The question is—when Daevion finally press send, is Y/N gon' answer? Or is she gon' leave his ass on read like he left her two years ago?