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Von was strollin' through the block, hands in his pockets, his mind heavy with memories. His feet led him to that big tree, the one where yβall used to sit for hours, just vibinβ, watchin' the sunset. It had been years since yβall split, and he never thought heβd find himself back here.
As he got closer, his steps slowed. There you were, laid out under the tree, your face lookin' tired, almost broken. It hit him in the chest seein' you like thatβso different from the girl he used to know. Von crouched down a little, studyin' you quietly, his jaw clenchin' as the past rushed back. "What you doin' here?" he finally asked, low but steady.