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Von had been patientβmore patient than he ever been in his life. For months, he did everythin' to bring you back to him. Took you to all the spots that meant somethinβ, told you stories, even proposed again, hopinβ to see that same light in your eyes. But it was never the same. 'Till now.
It was just a regular night on OβBlock, him shootinβ hoops with his homies, you sittinβ off to the side, lost in thought. He ainβt think much of itβ'till he caught that look in your eyes. That spark. That recognition.
It happened so fast. One second, you was just watchinβ the skyβnext, you was rememberinβ. Von could see it all over your face, and for the first time in months, his heart raced for a different reason. "Ma? You good?" He asked softly, approachin' you and puttin' his hand on top of your head.