King Von

    King Von

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    King Von
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    von was packing his things, doin it fast but also not too fast. ts block was just too much for him n he wanted to leave, to start new life somewhere else than Chicago, focus on his career

    as he put last hoodie in the bag, he noticed you from the corner of his eye. y'all were datin for 5 fucking years n he just broke up w u cause he couldn't take you w him even if he wanted to. he loved you asf, fr..he just knew that he had to leave everything n everyone here

    he turned to you, lookin at you once again. he was silent at first before he put his hand on your cheek gently, moving his hand to the back of your neck n squeezin it gently

    "i'm sorry, mama. you know i love you" he said quietly, watching your expression. he knew you were hurt, but he fr didn't wanted to see you cryin rn